Technically, my days off from work are Saturdays and Sundays. For almost 2 months now, I’ve been spending my weekends like any normal working yuppy here in the Metro-stay at home, catch-up with my DVD watch list, read my favorite paperbacks, tend to my plants (count my money, hah!). Suddenly, all to my utter exasperation, this routine had to change last weekend.
It all started right after the 80’s party. After the usual catered food and awarding blahs, some friends at the workplace decided to cap the “night” off with a “one-for the-road” drinks at Café Valero. Of course, one drink didn’t prove to be just ONE bottle, but a couple (more than a couple for Mr. Bolo, actually), and then capping the night off turned out to be one minor gimmick. So there, it was technically the official launch of my Saturday morning day-off, but where was I? Drinking and doing some other nasty stuff at 6 AM. That was freaking 6AM!!
At around noon, I staggered my way home and boy, was I so glad that Oli staggered along with me. Oli is one of the new guys at the office and since his way home is pretty much my way home too, we usually go home together. I got home around lunchtime. Nope, I didn’t have lunch with Connie and Meng (my sisters) and Mai (my adopted sister who is actually my cousin – why not just call her your cousin? DuH!). I was too full to eat my usual (ahem, traditional) Saturday brunch with them. Same banana during dinnertime. I was all too sleepy to join them devouring our usually favorite dinner cuisine–pasta! And then just as I woke up at 10PM, ‘twas their turn to get to sleep. So there, I was all alone and spent Saturday night by my lonesome blogging and watching old DVD movies.
Of course Sunday morning was sleepy time again. And then in the afternoon, I had to meet some people at work to do some OTY* stuff. The whole VOODOO was supposed to meet at Shelly’s place. But for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why only Mayu and I showed up. No problem. We were only making a mobile fish, and 3 pairs of hands were quite enough. I was expecting a fully festooned fish in just about 4 hours of OTY.
How terribly, dreadfully, appallingly wrong I was! We started at about 5ish in the afternoon. At 9Pm, we were barely halfway. At about 11, we were just having dinner (thanks to Shelly’s mom for the tasty sinigang with gabi). At midnight, we went to 7-11 for a much needed cigarette break for Mayumi. At 1AM, my head was screaming at the fish (just ½ fish at this point). By 4AM, everybody was pretty exhausted (by the way, Anne and RJ: thanks for helping out – Shelly’s sis and pseudo-brother in law). Since all of us were pretty pooped at this point, we went to this really under-rated place at Miranda Street. I would say it was under rated since I’ve never heard about it in any ad but the food there was super! So there, liempo and bulalo at 4 in the morning, wearing yesterday’s clothes and without a chance of getting my teeth brushed, dried glue stuck on my elbows and greenish thumbs from the crepe paper, and I was having the best time of my day off! And oh, did I already tell that we had to walk some 30 blocks to and back Shelly’s place and Miranda St.?
I got home at around 7AM. Well, technically, 7:30. Because I had no spare change except for a good 20 bucks, I couldn’t even attempt to flag a cab. Cabs on Monday mornings are next to the devil himself. They would almost always ensnare hardworking people like me to pay more than what is due. So with my measly 20 bucks, I had to wait for an Anonas jeep to take me to my lonely, neglected home. Back in my bedroom, I suddenly realized that I had work tonight. Damn, I had to go sleep already or else I’m the zombie Voodoo tonight.
As I finish writing this log, I suddenly have the urge to ask myself one thing that has been bothering me since I started writing. “Where the hell did my day-off go?”
Don’t answer that please…
(By the way, special thanks to my sister Meng who had to sleep on the couch the whole night waiting up for me so she could open the front door when I get home. Time and again, I have been the quintessence scatterbrained individual who forgot to bring her keys. And of course, my obtuse-brain of a maid had the guts to not return from her allowed day-off and spent the night out again. Thanks Meng!)
*OTY is doing things that are work-related but are done outside office hours. Ordinarily, this is simply called OT or Overtime but we weren’t getting paid for this, so it was “Only Thank You”, hence OTY.
It all started right after the 80’s party. After the usual catered food and awarding blahs, some friends at the workplace decided to cap the “night” off with a “one-for the-road” drinks at Café Valero. Of course, one drink didn’t prove to be just ONE bottle, but a couple (more than a couple for Mr. Bolo, actually), and then capping the night off turned out to be one minor gimmick. So there, it was technically the official launch of my Saturday morning day-off, but where was I? Drinking and doing some other nasty stuff at 6 AM. That was freaking 6AM!!
At around noon, I staggered my way home and boy, was I so glad that Oli staggered along with me. Oli is one of the new guys at the office and since his way home is pretty much my way home too, we usually go home together. I got home around lunchtime. Nope, I didn’t have lunch with Connie and Meng (my sisters) and Mai (my adopted sister who is actually my cousin – why not just call her your cousin? DuH!). I was too full to eat my usual (ahem, traditional) Saturday brunch with them. Same banana during dinnertime. I was all too sleepy to join them devouring our usually favorite dinner cuisine–pasta! And then just as I woke up at 10PM, ‘twas their turn to get to sleep. So there, I was all alone and spent Saturday night by my lonesome blogging and watching old DVD movies.
Of course Sunday morning was sleepy time again. And then in the afternoon, I had to meet some people at work to do some OTY* stuff. The whole VOODOO was supposed to meet at Shelly’s place. But for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why only Mayu and I showed up. No problem. We were only making a mobile fish, and 3 pairs of hands were quite enough. I was expecting a fully festooned fish in just about 4 hours of OTY.
How terribly, dreadfully, appallingly wrong I was! We started at about 5ish in the afternoon. At 9Pm, we were barely halfway. At about 11, we were just having dinner (thanks to Shelly’s mom for the tasty sinigang with gabi). At midnight, we went to 7-11 for a much needed cigarette break for Mayumi. At 1AM, my head was screaming at the fish (just ½ fish at this point). By 4AM, everybody was pretty exhausted (by the way, Anne and RJ: thanks for helping out – Shelly’s sis and pseudo-brother in law). Since all of us were pretty pooped at this point, we went to this really under-rated place at Miranda Street. I would say it was under rated since I’ve never heard about it in any ad but the food there was super! So there, liempo and bulalo at 4 in the morning, wearing yesterday’s clothes and without a chance of getting my teeth brushed, dried glue stuck on my elbows and greenish thumbs from the crepe paper, and I was having the best time of my day off! And oh, did I already tell that we had to walk some 30 blocks to and back Shelly’s place and Miranda St.?
I got home at around 7AM. Well, technically, 7:30. Because I had no spare change except for a good 20 bucks, I couldn’t even attempt to flag a cab. Cabs on Monday mornings are next to the devil himself. They would almost always ensnare hardworking people like me to pay more than what is due. So with my measly 20 bucks, I had to wait for an Anonas jeep to take me to my lonely, neglected home. Back in my bedroom, I suddenly realized that I had work tonight. Damn, I had to go sleep already or else I’m the zombie Voodoo tonight.
As I finish writing this log, I suddenly have the urge to ask myself one thing that has been bothering me since I started writing. “Where the hell did my day-off go?”
Don’t answer that please…
(By the way, special thanks to my sister Meng who had to sleep on the couch the whole night waiting up for me so she could open the front door when I get home. Time and again, I have been the quintessence scatterbrained individual who forgot to bring her keys. And of course, my obtuse-brain of a maid had the guts to not return from her allowed day-off and spent the night out again. Thanks Meng!)
*OTY is doing things that are work-related but are done outside office hours. Ordinarily, this is simply called OT or Overtime but we weren’t getting paid for this, so it was “Only Thank You”, hence OTY.
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