Monday, December 9  A lesson on blame.  On the first day we were
supposed to head to work on our own, I led the team, but due to
some closed off tram lines, we got lost and ended up taking a
taxi to work. I felt apologetic for the lack of planning and
looking into routes before we left, but only when we were lost,
I found out that one of the people in our team knew which bus to
take. However due to some miscommunication, he wasn't clear on
stating he knew the way, so it was all a huge havoc.  I was
feeling rather bad for all of it, but when we arrived at the
hospital, all I felt was anger.  Because in front of the NGO
leader, I was blatantly blamed for it. Of course I couldn't have
escaped the blame, but I didn't think it was entirely my fault.
If there was actually communication, I am sure that none of that
could've happened. So in my defence, I tried to explain and
someone said "I didn't understand you." Damn right, I didn't
understand you either. And which was why I felt that
communication was the fault. A