Loathing Session

February 8, 2008

I hate the world today. Red, I hate that color. I hate it when my attendance sheet is reddened. That would mean I am late. Yes, you read it. I’m effin’ LATE. I can already see smokes coming out of my nostrils and ears like train chimneys shouting Choo-choo. I can figure out my face as it creases with rage. A hundred-peso deduction is not okay. Besides, this is the very first time that I am late in my entire employment history.

A lot of “I could have’s” are running through my dim-witted mind. I’m having cranial bleeding, I know. But, it seems that I still want to bang my head off the windshield of the jeepney I don’t want to remember. I could have not taken a bath. I could have not comb my already disheveled hair. I could have not sipped a jar of coffee. I could have taken a cab instead of a jeepney. I could have driven myself to work. I could have killed the passengers. I could have killed the driver. Arrgghhh! I hate the world. I hate the people. If only the driver could have cut the brakes; if only these people could have not competed with me in taking a cab; if only jeepneys were not full; if only the drivers could have not been greedy stopping for passengers who don’t want to ride, I could have arrived in the office an hour earlier.

Now, I’m not in the mood to work. I’m mourning for my bloody 9:04. I’m grieving for my 100-peso deduction. This little wage earner is getting poorer and poorer. Mas pobre pa sa ilagang nasunugan, as what they say. Kill me. I want to rant and rave. Really.