Mishmash
I am starting to really, really feel lazy. It must be the summer breeze. I just have this urge to stay in bed until the early afternoon ending up with me scrambling out of bed and rushing through my bath to make it in time for work. Whenever I look out the window during lunch and I see the sunlight coming through the screen, I get captivated enough to wish I could stay home, drink fruit juice and iced tea and leaf through magazine pages.
The heat and the wind make me sentimental too. These days, I go through old stuff including favorite books and cds to reminisce about those fun-filled days back in high school and college. Last night, I watched the Lord of the Rings: The Twin Towers in the living room all by myself. Gem spent the night in the computer room typing his homework. I got him to set up the DVD player though because the audio was working, but the video wasn't. Apparently, I put the plugs (those in red, green and white) in different places. The wrong places. That was the reason why I could hear sounds from the movie but only a black screen infront of me. I feel ancient not knowing anything about electronics and stuff.
Watching the movie capped off a stressful week for me. I skipped work yesterday because I couldn't stand another day of taking calls when the others are answering emails occasionally. I found it unfair and pathetic. I called my program manager and then sent him a message informing him that I was sick. Sick of being tormented by callers. He asked if I wanted to come to work and he will gladly put me on pure emails. Too late. I sound like Kermit the Frog now. Ribbit. Ribbit. I hate straining my vocal chords because that would mean no ripe mango shake from Fruitas, no iced tea or Java Chip Frappe on weekends. A woman on a crazy diet sees weekends of indulgence as sacred. I skipped work before I have the need to learn sign language.
Speaking of work, I have to come to the office on Monday and Tuesday when I thought I'll get to stay home until Tuesday. Wishful thinking on my part. My friends were pretty upset to be working and dealing with erratic shifts too. I wonder when the misery would all end. I work my ass off. I go on overtime and come to work on time daily. The least I can get is a better schedule and better task distribution.
I stayed home the entire time yesterday and I almost blew my top over a pack of Sundays Mango juice. I bought a pack last Wednesday only to find a few teaspoons left for me to stir into cold water yesterday afternoon. My niece (my cousin's daughter) had the insensitivity to keep on drinking it without thinking of the other people in the house. My lola gave her such a dreadful tongue-lashing. Oh well. A few weeks ago, my mom almost went mad after seeing our kettle's whistle all melted. How can something that was supposed to withstand heat end up melted? Only my niece knows. My dad is trying to recover from hypertension partly caused by his apo. She seems to have difficulty in following simple instructions and reminders. One Saturday night, I went home to find out that the gas tank in the kitchen was left open. If I didn't come home until the next day, the whole house might have exploded. Golly. Another time, my lola saw her brushing the turbo broiler's cover with soap and water. She almost fainted. Hehe.
The house is quiet. Gem is still in school. Kit is out doing his project (I hope and not in the mall with his buddies). My parents are in Mindoro checking on the construction of our house. My lola's busy tinkering in the kitchen. My niece is in school and will be home by tonight. I am bored.
Our former houseboy, Erwin called this afternoon. After years of not hearing anything from him, he remembered to call. I asked my lola to answer the phone because I thought it was that pesky girl named Tricia asking for my headset after I have already resigned from Ambergris in 2005. Kung Hei Fat Choi, Tricia! It's 2007 now.
Erwin will come for a visit next weekend. He was our favorite houseboy. I didn't lift a finger when he worked for us. He was so reliable that I grew fat without physical activity. He was loyal to my family and he practically grew up with us. My brothers reminisce about the days when they could just watch television and get a glass of cold water without moving an inch off the couch. What a lazy bunch huh?
