I gave the cab driver the wrong bills

It was one of those days where I counted the hours I was awake. It was my 38th hour since I had sleep.

The decision to pursue my MBA was a ‘God, Thy will be done’ moment because I knew juggling work, motherhood, marriage and studies would be like trudging the same forest with Goldilocks-exciting, scary and challenging. 

My normal weekend comprises of a Friday that feels like a continuation of my Saturday, and sleep is never an option. Case studies, research papers occupy my entire existence for this brief period of time. Killing that deadliest deadline is always an understatement, but why is it that the more I learn the vastness of knowledge the more I want to know what there is to know. It’s not easy understanding the concepts of business, of marketing, of profit loss and revenues from those research studies, as they seem to appear intellectually unfit for my brain type. But God knows I wanted to understand and I try. Really, really try.

So going back. One saturday evening when I took a cab on my way home after attending an event, I paid the cab driver 2 1 thousand bills for a 140 fare thinking that each bill was 100. The cab driver did not budge and so I did not suspect of my costly mistake. I was groggy and All I needed was to hit the sack. The next day at the grocery store, oblivious to the mistake I made the other night I took out my wallet to pay for the groceries and realized I am missing the 2 grand. Shocked and confused, I looked at my husband. I was nearly crying and stared at nothingness, my husband paid for the items. 

On our trip home he tried to console me, I replayed the event but realized, I could no longer bring it back. After a few minutes we were back to our normal selves but I still kept thinking of that mistake until I found the piece of paper the hotel conceirge at the party venue gave me upon riding the cab and saw the plates. I tried locating the cab thru the franchisee listed. I was able to trace it and the driver is willing to give me back my money.

The price that I paid for not having enough rest was costly. Bad things can happen anytime but my faith was stronger than the amount of frustration I poured in to the incident. Bad things can happen, so let us might as well be ready.

Published by monalisachong

Every one agrees that life is fleeting. And that life is change. It never stays the same. I am a believer of choice, of opportunities embraced and lost, I dictate what happens to me. This makes me hopeful, makes me dream, gives me courage and clears my realm. And I hope to share how change affects my life.

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