Freaky Friday

I get a little giddy everytime its already Friday. I always scream “Friiiiiddaaaayyyy!!!” at home and when I finally enter the hell hole of an office that I work in. I have a ritual as soon as I sit down in front of my CRT monitor. I change my screensaver with the words “FRRIIIDDAAYYY!!!” and make it flash every 1 minute. Some of my co-zombie drones have noticed it and they make a little chuckle everytime they see it. Most of them are not as excited as I am. I think they have been working in that office way too long and that they have finally succumbed to feeling blah when Friday comes. Maybe because they know too well that the weekends are nothing but a short and bittersweet time warp that would only bring you back to Monday, the start of zombieness for the zombie drones.

Yesterday, the MRT was pure torture, as per usual. I am actually getting tired of hearing people complain how crazy it is riding the supposedly fast and efficient mass transportation. I mean, what’s the point? The situation won’t change so why keep yakking about it? Unless you do something to try to change the sorry state, just shut up and quit complaining. Speaking of complaining, 4, not just 3 or 2, 4 freaking cabs, rejected to drive me home. What pisses me off is that it’s so near, like 10 minutes near to get to my place and the first 2 drivers were asking for 70 pesos! Usually it would take only 50 pesos or less so I said no to them. The 20 pesos difference can buy me 2 servings of that yummy fishballs in Gil Puyat Avenue, hello! While waiting for the next cab, my head was filled with this thought that I am Batman and that if the next cab driver would refuse to drive me home, I’d beat him up and make him piss on his pants and make him swear to me not to do it again, ever. Lo and behold, the next cab driver told me that he was going in a different direction — when I was already inside! I felt something explode inside my head. As soon as the car went to a full stop, I opened the door on my left and left the one where I got off to wide open. That’s the most that I can do to stir that a$$hole up but man, it felt so good that at least I was able to do something.