the sleeping room is calling me. graveyard shift is taking a longer time getting used to, much longer than i expected. i keep reminding myself that i needed the money. from where i sit, the sleeping room is on my line of sight. beckoning.
last thursday, i decided i'd sleep in the office after my shift. i had to catch as much sleep as i could before i head for diliman to watch ang pagdadalaga ni maximo oliveros.
i've set my alarm so i would wake up a little before four in the afternoon; i slept lightly all morning. by noon, an officemate/friend from another team went into the sleeping room, shook me awake and asked, "are you ryan?"
"shit. maki!" i croaked when i realized who it was who woke me; maki mistook me for one of his team mates. i tried getting back to sleep but i couldn't; i could hear the TV in the pantry with people (those people in the pantry) clapping. what the fuck.
i got out of the sleeping room and left the office earlier than i planned. maki saw me leaving and apologized for accidentally waking me up. i gave him the finger on my way out.
before i left, i passed by the pantry to see what were those people clapping for. apparently, somebody from another account joined a TV quiz show which was being aired that day.
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