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Turning Into a Fiend
March 22, 2007At the stroke of midnight, T called. We burned phone lines, despite the fact that she's calling from half a world away. We talked of heartaches, relationships, moving, husbands, and our favorite little person who calls her "manang." By the time I decided to crawl into bed, it was 3:20 in the morning.
Small wonders, then, that slouching in the office this early, I am as cross as sticks and crabby as lobsters. Yes, yes, I really must be feeling so hung over because I'm liberally pulling out horrible metaphors from the closet. I am in the foulest mood possible. I want to go home before I injure myself and others. Less than an hour ago, the secretary came up to me and sweet as banana cue, paid me a compliment. "I like your top. It makes you look very young and pretty." The rude, cantankerous old woman who lives inside my head resurfaced and bit back, "You don't have to pay me compliments every day. It's not factored into your salary."
A little earlier than that, I talked to a would-be applicant on the phone. "What's the name of this company?"
"You're calling us and you don't know?"
"I think I saw your ad in the papers."
"Think? You don't know for sure? Do you make a habit of randomly punching a series of digits on the telephone?"
He mutters some gibberish in an apologetic tone and then hangs up. For a nanosecond, I toyed with the idea of calling him back and screaming, "You asswipe! We have caller ID! Bet you din't think of that, did you? Did you?"
Yes, yes, W really should take me home now. On days like this, the part of me that did not successfully make the transition from ape to human being takes over the part that did.
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ka funny gyud nimo G! *rotfl*
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wish we could have talked some more… hehehe!
Posted by T at March 22, 2007, 11:23 pm