An exhausting Monday

An exhausting Monday
It is 23:48 pm already and just a few minutes left, a new day is coming. However, I cannot sleep. I am writing this notebook with an exhausted ing mood, as the result of a bad working day!
Yesterday was Mother's Day, but I hardly had enough 10 minutes free time to make a phone call. Although my mother does not know about Mother's Day, I still wanted to call my mother and said say that I missed her and loved her so much. The reason was from my Canadian group. A traffic jam occurred on the way from Luang Prabang to Vang Vieng so my clients were stuck for 06 hours. The mountain road was very dangerous to drive on when it became dark. My group had no choice but to return to Luang Prabang. In spite of my truthful explination, the hotel in Vang Vieng still decided to fully charge. It was no-show. However, it was an unexpected situation and I hoped they understood that not only my clients but also the others had to come back to Luang Prabang.
The traffic jam created a huge demand for rooms in Luang Prabang. All the travel agents tried their best to get the room available as last-minute booking. Unfortunately this was my first big group coming in low season (50pax and 01 tour leader) and almost big hotels, which have over 25 rooms, were fully booked!
Yes. It was an exhausting day but finally I got the great support from the Luang Prabang Expat. My group had enough room at the same hotel and we did not have to pay for the no-show booking.
From 09:30 am till 21:00 pm Sunday, I stayed at home, stuck my ear to the phone and my eyes to the clock. When the new day passed, I felt upset that I forgot to call my Mom (Y___Y)
On Monday, my boss went on a business trip without handing over anything for me. I was the only one who used to deal with her agent and knew the rules, as well as SOPs then I was suddenly chosen for the back-up position.
It was a long day when my eyes had to work with 03 screens (I think I forgot to tell you that I also backed up for a colleague during his holiday since last week). It was a great experience when you had to be a monkey, using both hand and foot to manage some smart stuffs!
The first day ended at 20:48 pm when I was starving to death and it seemed like I could eat a horse. The last happiness left was to see the city that looked so beautiful in light when I rode back home. I could not deny that the busy day made me feel better, sometimes it droven me crazy but totally I have been encouraged and motivated alot.
Another day is coming. Hope it will be better! Keep fighting!