Life Is Unfair
5:45pm (can't remember when)
Music: Never Been To Me
Just asked my teammates about the title of the song that goes, (clears throat)"I've been to Georgia, to California... I've been to paradise but never been to me..." or something to that sort.
They said that "Never Been To Me" is its title. Too lazy to google who the singer is. But I am not intersted to find out. I am more of the singer who sang this last night.
It was a usual tiring day from work. I must admit that more than 10 minutes of power nap taken every other hour pumps my blood and brings me good vibes. It is bad to sleep in the office. But I am no machine man. Engines, too, need some rest. So, do I. And I take at least some time within my shift to relax (with some snoring on the side).
Anyway, it wasn't a good day actually. The shoes that I intended to buy before the holidays were gone. Well, there were bigger sizes available. But what the hell? I was telling myself how stupid I was to deprive me of a little happiness. Mind you. I have not given myself a gift last Christmas aside from the 2 CDs that I bought a month ago.
As I was walking to the MRT station 'til waiting for the next train (Since I wasn't able to squeeze myself in when the train arrived. The people kept piled up near the door, steadily gripping the rails, eventually blocking the entrance of other passengers, me included and a little lady. So, I need to wait for a freakin' 10 minutes.) and while going to the bus terminal after I got off the train, I was thinking about the opportunities that I intentionally avoided (Buying those two pairs of shoes included.). You know how it feels physically when you are having a hard time reading some small words from afar, your eyebrows almost meet at your nose ridge? That aching feeling on the head. Ang sama talaga ng loob ko.
I remember that the shoe lace on my left rubber shoes got loose as I was going down the stairs of the footbridge. I already crossed the boulevard from atop. Of course, I did not want to block other passers by. I turned around fast and tied up my shoe in 2 seconds. Then, rushed down the stairs. See, every second is important to me to catch the last trip of the bus that will take me home. But those train waiting and shoe lace fixing might have caused some delay. For the third time this week, I missed the last bus ride (Hmm, I feel the Sony Ericsson commercial.).
From the footbridge to the terminal, there was something in between (or rather someone). My frown was a bit relived. There was a blind couple just almost below a dim light post playing their songs. As I was approaching the duo, the lady was singing that song I mentioned earlier accompanied by the man to her left playing an electric guitar. Not a "champions" performance but a really nice one. I felt the passion for what she does. Yes, she earns a living (That may be their sideline or a full time job.) but it is always different when you see someone working just for the money from someone working for the love of it. Too bad that I was not able to drop any spare coin in their can. Perhaps, later.
Then, I told myself that life is indeed unfair. I was unfair to my own self not to at least treat myself for something for a whole year of hardwork. I was unfair to show myself the good things that life offers. I was unfair to my career for not giving all that I can offer because I am too shy, unconfident and self-satisfied.
Seeing the couple reminded me of the priviledges that I have in my life that they do not have and that they may never have.
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During my shift, around 6:25pm, me and my teammates heard someone knocking on the door near the service elevator.
I cannot really get up from myself to open it since I am attached to my phone. I did not also bother to check who that was for I did not want to give that person that hope that I will be superman coming to his rescue.
The sound from the door was funny. From slow to fast, then faster then with an upbeat tempo then with another slow tempo. It was music but from a helpless person.
It was almost my break. I intended to open the door when the clock hits 6:30pm. And it did.
I came to open the door. It was a service delivery man from a fast food chain. He was carrying an order for another team.
After I opened it, he said that he has been there for a long time. Of course, I did not believe him for I sit a few meters away from the door. I know that he did not spend more than seven minutes outside. But I must admit that knocking on a door really hurt the knuckles.
The process when having an order delivered here was to bring the food first to this floor. Then, a guard will call the other guard on duty in the floor where the food will be delivered. Then, the delivery man will be asked to go to the said floor already. There is some kind of reception area. I advised the delivery boy to ask the guard next to alert the guard or maintainance people that he will already be going to a certain floor to do his delivery.
I know that the poor boy has nothing to do with it. I just had two things.
First, why the heck people who will deliver orders need to use the service elevator? Though they are not tenants and they are wearing some fancy fast food chain uniform, I think they should also be allowed to use the same elevator that the employees on this building use. Is there some discrimination or class separation here? Besides, the service elevator are used to bring garbages downstairs, right? Imagine that.
Second, the guards here really suck. Well, some. Some are nice to employees. But they should also be nice to other people whether or not they are the employees of the company that that they are serving. Of course, that poor delivery man does not know the corners of the company. I do not know if it was the ego of some guards here.
It was much better in our original building where delivery people were asked to wait in our cozy reception area. Then, the receptionist will call the guard on a certain floor. That guard will look for the person whom the delivery man is looking for. Then, they'll meet at the reception area for their transaction. Easy, organized and less painful.
I do not know if it was this building's policies. But I hope that the new building, that we'll soon be relocating, has better service to all the people who will go in and out of their place.
Labels: Them People
posted by Arn 
at 12:05 AM
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