Here in Malaysia there is some sticker system for the cars that denote we have paid a road tax. Our leased cars have a central office that gets these stickers for us, but somehow they have managed to miss that step. Now, with an expired road tax sticker I have been advised that I must not drive the car until the new sticker is on the car. I have talked with the central office on a few occasions this week and each time they advised me that the sticker is being couriered to me. To date, nothing has arrived. When I called last night again, advising I must be at work this morning in JB, they assured me that a sticker will be in my hands this morning. Nothing yet.
So, I sit and wait at home, for the elusive sticker. I passed a police check yesterday on my way to work, and wondered where I would be if waved over because of the sticker issue that would be an 'issue' today. I do not want to find out. Perhaps no insurance in a foreign country and a collision is more than I could cope with. When I explained this to the boss, he said, just go anyway and if pulled over, explain that the sticker is on the way. Don't think I will do that. Explaining to my boss that I chose to obey the 'no go' option today feels a lot easier than the latter.
Looks like a good day to do some laundry. Sun is shining, breeze is blowing, and if I am lucky, I will actually get some internet to upload this post and maybe contact my mentees. My colleague next door is ignoring the issue - driving off with an expired sticker.
from the last few days in Canada and forward, you can join me in my thoughts and actions as I learn how to live in a country that I had not even known the exact location until Ryan was there a few years ago. Some days I have rants and other days I have adventures, but every day is a learning experience that I embrace and thank God I was given the opportunity to know and to be. I might even upload a picture of me in this place I now call home – for now.
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