Bummed…
Writing blogs sometimes make me feel egoistic to the extreme; writing vignettes and even mundane experiences from my own life, expecting readership or a following(hehe, now that is really a delusion of grandeur)…It’s very Jessica Zafra-ish…rants, rants and more rants…sometimes these are what I write…and it’s strangely therapeutic…for me anyway…
I need the therapy right now. The heavy rain and chest-high floods in Pasong Tamo washed away what little optimism I had left when I woke up an hour after my alarm went off… I knew from the start that it was going to be one of THOSE days…I had left the house without breakfast, a raging headache, and before I reached the UN avenue LRT station, soaked pants… I even tried negotiating with a cab to take me to work, but the taxi driver did not want to be caught in the Makati traffic, and the flooded streets. I think it was a blessing in disguise…I could have ended up paying one way fare higher than my daily salary…
I reached the office within the grace period, a miracle. Though at times I could probably question myself why I was rushing to work… Everyday, I get to see really nice co-trainees *thank God for good people!* However, there is one person who annoys the hell out of me. She speaks so loud, but does not want to be disturbed, accuses me (parinig!) of moving her things and cramping her space (she sits by the aisle!!!) I go to work and do my job with my pulse pounding at my neck, afraid that i will FINALLY lose my temper (I do have a LOT of patience)… But sometimes I wonder if I will ever miss the foul mouthed and unwelcoming ***** when I move on to a much better job?
