Rotterdam, 07:47 (AM)
I’m on my way to Den Haag again. My job interview was yesterday. When I was about to leave, I realized I couldn’t find my public transportation card. So in an impulse, I decided to take the bicycle… (Is that a “literally translated” Dutch “figure of speech”?) It was 1 hour and 23 minutes from door to door. When I started cycling, I called the person who was going to lead the group assesment to tell him that I was going to be there at 9:15 (maps said my estimated time of arrival was 09:10, but I told him I was going to be there later than my time of arrival, because I was hungry and I knew at some point I was going to stop to take the “krentenbol met pindakaas” out of my bag (to cycle and eat at the same time)). One street I entered, because I wasn’t looking at the screen when I did. My phone compass is broken, I think? Sometimes “the map” keeps flipping itself as if I’m spinning around in circles. Then the navigation voice ends up saying “go right”, while, from the perspective I’m approaching the intersection from, I’m supposed to go left. I ended up cycling past the highway, my arrival time 09:37. Around nine, I received a phone call from someone else from the same organization. He asked me to tell him when I’m there. Twenty minutes before my arrival time, he called me again, to ask me if I wanted to come back the next day and to tell me “I made a bad impression by being late” (ouch :[). So here I am, going to Den Haag again.