Tête-à-tête · Wri-therapy

It comes in threes and it’s only Fuckin’ Tuesday

LifeCantGetFUckedUpThanThis

Last Saturday, I dropped my phone into the water. Now it’s malfunctioning.

Sunday, I found out that I lost my Driver’s License so I had to endure the long lines on a Monday just to go home with one. I can’t put it off because I drive every single day.

On Monday I spent all morning looking a lawyer to grant me an affidavit of loss, went to the municipal hall for a community tax certificate and proceed to the Land Transportation Office.  I was able accidentally get a free day and waited the whole day to get my license. I finally got it by closing time, and I went back to the office just so I can catch up with my work.

Tuesday, I did not expect. I was ready to go back to the grind. My phone, which finally turned the hell on, suddenly was not functioning again. Not that it was a big surprise but I was hoping I could back it up as I wait for my new phone to arrive next week. I thought I’m doing alright as I went to my daily grind of jogging in the afternoon and was quite impressed that I was able to submit my article within the day.

Until I went to our shop at 8pm to find it already closed. No one left me a message, when family members were considerate enough to use the landline to inform me. They used to leave a message to my colleagues when I am out. I am literally just 50 steps away from the shop and no one told me that they were going ahead. I spent an hour going back and forth, looking for them in every possible restaurants nearby the campus. I thought there was an emergency. My next move was at the hospital. I went to our office administration building to call my mother’s mobile landline and after calling more than 10 times, there was no picking up.

At 9pm, I decided to go back to the office and open my desktop to see if there are messages that I missed and I was right. There was a casual message saying that they already went ahead. I was so pissed off, angry and furious. They closed earlier than usual, probably around 7:45 (as my boss, who saw them confirmed it) and not even sorry that I spent an hour walking around like a mad woman looking for all of them.

When I told them I was pissed off, they rebutted that had my phone been on, then I would have gotten the message. Hello, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?

  1. If you all went to our fucking regular schedule to close at 8pm, none of this would have happened.
  2. If one of you cared enough to pick up a fucking landline to leave a message, then none of this would have happened.
  3. If only my mother, who doesn’t want to lend me her spare phone because she gets important landline calls all the time, only picked up, then I wouldn’t be this fucking pissed.

None of them seemed SINCERELY sorry for this huge mishap.

What’s worse is suddenly I remembered my late father. No matter how fucking pissed he is at us, he would never leave us. Never mind if he sleeps uncomfortably in the car. Never mind if he feels that we are ganging up on him (as per his last words to me hours before he permanently went into a coma). Never mind if we are not on speaking terms. I’ve seen it, I’ve tested it, and it amazed me that even though I know that we really do piss him off, he still waits for us because we only have one car.

Only now we have two, so they left early without me. Without my knowledge. No fucking FYI. I fucking hate inconsiderate people.

I am only admitting this now, but I feel what he felt. I’ve felt it before and I feel it from time to time now. It’s like I am paying for every single thing that he warned me about.

So the next day, today, I was in the office at 7:30am. I was so fucking pissed that I just cannot be bothered with breakfast. Pao, my colleague who I was the last one with last night, came and I told him the story until I broke down in tears in front of the other colleagues. I was so fucking pissed. So fucking pissed that I still managed to right this down.

And that’s just fucking Tuesday.

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