the point is. i will not fucking work in fucking alabang. ever.

01.
i guess i should've realized it sooner. they didn't ask me for a demo class. they we're getting me a trainer. the job offer was too soon, which means they just wanted me to be an agent. agent hiring is an easy process.

i declined.

don't you want to get in as an agent first, then work your way up? one of the company officers asked me. i told her the point of me looking for a job in another company was because i didn't want to be an agent anymore. i wanted to add: the point is, i've been working my way up for the last three years. i don't want to start from scratch and work my way up again.

but i didn't tell her that.

02.
it started to rain while the bus was passing bicutan. and i didn't have an umbrella. when the bus reached mantrade, the street was already flooded.

a friend whom i was exchanging text messages with told me it's not so bad.

"but it is," i told him. "my bag's not waterproof." and i have a paper envelop with me--

only, i didn't have the paper envelop anymore. i must've left it in the mall near the office building, or in the office itself. fuck it. and those documents were needed for a loan application i was preparing. i got off ayala then took another bus to alabang.

only, the bus was not stopping to alabang. it'll go straight to pacita. i got off at mantrade, spent five minutes under the rain waiting for a bus to alabang with only a corduroy jacket to cover me.

at this point, my temper's near breaking point already. you'd know because i'll swear in irritation over the most mundane incovenience.

03.
i got back to the mall just as the place was closing. i found the toilet where i tidied up before the job offer. the janitor said he didn't see the yellow paper envelop that had my tax return form.

so i probably left it in the office. at my current state, i wouldn't trust myself to go back to the office at that point. i asked daryl to look for the envelop for me. i resigned myself to the fact of the missing documents, and trudged back to the highway to get another bus to makati.

04.
the rain has stopped.

i decided to pass by my bank and pay for a bill that was due today. the ATM was offline. the bank's ATMs were all offline for the last 3 days, what the fuck's with that? they should throw those damn things to the sea and turn them to man-made reefs.

i pased by the mall near my house and tried another go at the ATM there. still dead, boy was i surprised.

one last attempt was to pay online. i tried it in the only open net cafe near my house but the bank's website's java application doesn't work properly.

fuck these layers upon fucking layers of frustration.

05.
i didn't have my keys when i arrived at my house, and the gates were already locked. bloody hell. the universe threw a prank at me and decided that for today, nothing will go my way.

mum heard me bang the gate in frustration and she sent my sister to open the gate.

i thought, at least i could pay the bill online using my sister's computer. at least the day will end with me being able to do something i've set out to do today. but guess what? stupid dial-up connection won't even download the java application completely. i'm still stumped.

my mother was wondering why i was very irritable when i got home. she will not understand. no one will. not unless one spends the entire afternoon travelling and waiting and killing time, and spending money to occupy yourself. getting frustrated over one thing. then another. then another. then one more thing, to round things off.

the friend i was texting to said i was having a terrible day. i told him that didn't even begin to describe it.