Thank God It's Friday
Standing out from afar in the bruised purple haze of 4:39 am, the building flickers, bathed in fluorescent light in its midsection, it's not too much of a tall building so I guess on the 8th and 9th floors, and the graveyard shifters, these outsourced customer service or technical support associates operating to service opposite global time zones, are probably thinking through their sleepless lightheadedness what a bitch it is to be coming home soon in the light of Saturday morning not having had a Friday night. If one were to collect the cigarette butts smoked between 12 and 6 am in the cluster of buildings around that area, there may be enough to fill up a family-sized jacuzzi or a wading pool, which now gives one occasion to trump up the righteousness of non-smoking, notwithstanding the ever oppression of pollution and second-hand smoke, which should account for a pair of relatively clearer lungs, still. But I don't know, I'd probably still be smoking if I were working those hours.
So now I begin Saturday, thinking how I had, myself, an unsatisfactory week, and how it's (hopefully) coming to an end (isn't Saturday the last S in the calendar grid or is it Sunday?).
This week I got sick and tired of the constricting limitations of not being in control (yup, I hoped to be) in certain aspects of things. This week things and circumstance may have been in perfect alignment to conspire to wreak havoc in this household's schedule, and what a smashing success it was, indeed, leaving me understaffed, at home and at work, my children over-imposing and complaining, and myself going nuts, exhausted, and desperately wanting a haircut that I promised myself I will not have for the next few months. Do you know that I made three attempts to begin reading "Emma" -- oh God, how boring --, and never made it past Chapter 5 (this is so not time to Jane Austen)? Do you know I had to review Taxation wih problem solving for 5 hours as part of the Real Estate Broker's Review last Thursday? Do you have any idea how many movies I missed out watching in the past and so, uncoveniently remembered it all this week? Hmm. It also didn't help that I fought with my husband and didn't speak for a day on Sunday, what a portentous beginning, really, so you see how the week came about.
Not quite standing out, I see, with a bit of obstruction from the unruly tangle of suspended cable wires accross the street, from afar, that same building, with eastern side pinkishly gleaming in the rising sun at 5:58 am (I've made coffee, opened the doors, picked up the newspaper which, incidentally, says, 'Hunger level among Filipinos at all-time high' since I began this post), and you imagine the graveyard shifters, finally done at work and probably looking like death (hearing out deadly angry, tiresome and complaining customers all night), smoking that last cigarette for the road with probably some overbrewed coffee squeezed out from the bottom of the office jug, just before they head for home. Damn, I'll be needing dark glasses if I were them. I wonder how their week was, but I say we can all use a better one for the next and that's for sure..
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So now I begin Saturday, thinking how I had, myself, an unsatisfactory week, and how it's (hopefully) coming to an end (isn't Saturday the last S in the calendar grid or is it Sunday?).
This week I got sick and tired of the constricting limitations of not being in control (yup, I hoped to be) in certain aspects of things. This week things and circumstance may have been in perfect alignment to conspire to wreak havoc in this household's schedule, and what a smashing success it was, indeed, leaving me understaffed, at home and at work, my children over-imposing and complaining, and myself going nuts, exhausted, and desperately wanting a haircut that I promised myself I will not have for the next few months. Do you know that I made three attempts to begin reading "Emma" -- oh God, how boring --, and never made it past Chapter 5 (this is so not time to Jane Austen)? Do you know I had to review Taxation wih problem solving for 5 hours as part of the Real Estate Broker's Review last Thursday? Do you have any idea how many movies I missed out watching in the past and so, uncoveniently remembered it all this week? Hmm. It also didn't help that I fought with my husband and didn't speak for a day on Sunday, what a portentous beginning, really, so you see how the week came about.
Not quite standing out, I see, with a bit of obstruction from the unruly tangle of suspended cable wires accross the street, from afar, that same building, with eastern side pinkishly gleaming in the rising sun at 5:58 am (I've made coffee, opened the doors, picked up the newspaper which, incidentally, says, 'Hunger level among Filipinos at all-time high' since I began this post), and you imagine the graveyard shifters, finally done at work and probably looking like death (hearing out deadly angry, tiresome and complaining customers all night), smoking that last cigarette for the road with probably some overbrewed coffee squeezed out from the bottom of the office jug, just before they head for home. Damn, I'll be needing dark glasses if I were them. I wonder how their week was, but I say we can all use a better one for the next and that's for sure..
Filed Under: Randomly
Tags: Emma, Jane Austen
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