My great 72 hours

Hello all or none,

Sitting on the bus on my way to London. I’m supposed to be meeting with clients for the first time, I woke up at 6 this morning to ensure to be there on time.
But, of course there’s been some major accident somewhere so the driver was told to take an alternative route. I’ve been on the bus for 2 hours now and we’re not even close to being there yet. The bus is supposed to take about 1.5-2 hours normally.

To add to the pain, I was robbed on Friday. Yes, some random druggie came up to me and Y and asked for my handbag. Taking the fact that he had a knife into consideration, I swiftly have him my bag. He left. We went into a gas station and called the police. Spent all Friday-eve with the police. Spent Saturday and Sunday sorting out new locks, bank cards, phone, buscards and all the things that follow. And now, I’m stuck in traffic. I’ve informed my boss that I’m running late, but as soon as I leave this bus I have no way of contacting him as my phone still doesn’t work.
And, he suggested that I get off at an earlier stop and take a taxi. But, I can’t do that as I have a limited amount of cash on me, and no bank cards. Argh! So it looks like I’m gonna miss the meeting, even though I woke up at 6am instead of 7.30 like I usually do. And I had to go out and wait for the bus in the dark which completely freaked my out as last time I was out in the dark some random idiot robbed me! Argh.. not in the best of moods!

Oh well.. now I’ve done enough whining!
xoxo