Thank God it’s Friday. Thank God the week is over. Phew!
Sans for Monday (Yep, still rejoicing from Sunday’s win over Ateneo), this week wasn’t all that good for me. It pretty much went downhill from Monday.
Recap:
Monday was really good. I was in very high spirits. I was in a celebratory mood. Fearless forecast of my officemates last Friday was La Salle was going to lose to Ateneo. Naturally, I was the only one betting on La Salle to win. And of course, we won! Keep the faith nga.
I can’t remember anything from Tuesday so it was okay, I guess.
Wednesday was when I started feeling sick. As soon as I hopped off my bed, I wasn’t feeling well already. I had to endure the entire whole day and try my best to shrug and shake the sick feeling off. It had been a tiring day as well with all the work that I had to do and I was also having some confusion on this certain project. I think the workload sort of aggravated my being sick. Worse, the day continued to drag on even as I got home already because I got two missed calls, a text, two phone calls and a text again from my boss. And yeah, a not so good letter was also waiting for me when I got home. The first time my boss called I didn’t answer because I was having dinner. I got home late for dinner as it is. I need a break! As a result of my non-answer, I then got a text to which I once again didn’t reply to. As I got off the shower, I had another missed call and this time a phone call at home. I was thinking what does she so urgently need from me that can’t wait until tomorrow? Eventually I had to give in to her calls as yes, you guess it right...she did call again. As if that wasn’t enough, she texted past 9 pm if I could still give her a call. I mean, seriously?! I had no energy left – kumbaga empty tank, no batt, no load. I was in bed already even before the clock struck 9 pm. With regards to the letter, I guess it's just not meant to be. I'll just have to try and try again until I succeed.
Thursday was the worst. I think I’ve never gotten into so much trouble for going to work. Early in the morning, I got several very irate calls and a long angry (and unreasonable and illogical) text from my mom as she specifically told me the night before to skip work and get some rest. I also had a missed call from my dad. Sheesh, I was feeling better already so I decided to go to work already. I wasn’t really trying to be some martyr (duh!). More so I had a couple of deliverables (hello? hinahanap nga ako ng boss ko diba?) so I’d surely be condemned for not going to work. Coincidentally also, it was DLSU vs UE finals so they’d surely think I skipped work for the game. I undeniably wanted to watch the game live real badly but I’ve already decided days before that I won’t skip work anymore (will power!) so I didn't order tickets anymore. I definitely don’t want to give them the chance or opportunity to think negatively about me most especially I wasn't really planning on doing some mischief in the first place. My conscience is clear (hehe). Puwede pa siguro or matatanggap ko pa if talagang manonood ako ng game live noh.
Well as if thinking that going to work would save my ass, boy was I wrong. Later in the day, I got into huge trouble with my boss. She was so freakin’ pissed at me. She was really loud about it. I think the entire floor must’ve already heard her. It doesn’t help that she keeps on repeating my name (Candice...yadi yadi yada. Candice...blah blah blah - with a matching exasperated and irritated tone). She even had to call the entire department for an emergency meeting. Yeah...whatever.
My officemate was telling me after that my boss was demeaning and I guess she was surprised or questioning why I had no reaction at all. I didn’t even complain or make a fuss out of it as I would’ve probably normally done. Honestly, I wasn’t feeling anything anymore at that point. I was just so resigned that day. I had to deal with my mom in the morning and in the afternoon, I had to deal with my boss. I was so over this whole situation. Kebs na talaga ako, as in. I was already looking forward to my bed (hehe). Surprisingly wala na talaga akong pakialam.
Friday was going to be a good day - I thought. It was supposed to be better since my boss had to attend a training in Makati – that was more than enough reason to rejoice, seriously! It was all good until I got my hands burned in KFC. I accidentally poured hot gravy in my hands. It hurt so much. Grabe talaga. Buti nalang the manager reacted quickly. The funny thing is, the manager had the ointment for burns and a cold compress ready so I can only infer that this wasn't the first time that this sort of thing happened. I must say safety hazard ang gravy station ng KFC. Beware guys!
My officemates were telling me that it’s a good thing that it's Friday already since my luck is kinda running low already. They were joking that maybe this was as a result of my being too happy last Monday. Hehe kasalanan bang magsaya? So does this mean I'll have to tone down on the happiness level? Should I lie-low on the happiness front? Nah, happy days are here to stay. So after all the hullabaloo, here's to nothing but better days ahead...I hope!
