Parking. A maintenance crew blocked my way. I slowed down and quietly, waited for him to cross the street. He took his time crossing, holding his broom and dustpan, and I figured that his turtle steps was a protest against arrogant drivers who beep him out of the way. The quick, snide look gave him away. My engine made sure to breathe heavily towards his direction.
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Hungry, first thing I did when I got to my desk was remove the tape off of the lid of my rolled-up instant chocolate oatmeal and and then I poured some to my mug. Like dandruff, a lot fell on the carpeted floor. I let them be. I noticed that more was falling down the carpeted floor. SHIT! My oatmeal pack had been nibbled by Mickey Mouse! Fuck you Mickey Mouse!!!
Pissed, I threw out my oatmeal in one of the plastic bags I keep in my drawer and with a heavy heart, settled for instant hot chocolate. Fuck you Mickey Mouse!!! Better not show yourself, else I'll stomp you dead!
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My sister is leaving for Spain this weekend. The pang of the reality bit me during lunch today. Shit. But instead of sulking in my usual seperation anxieties, I cleared my mind and thought of upgrading the family album gift my sibs and I are giving to her to a care package full of her favorite things. Filipino chick flicks like "Got to Believe" and "Til there was You". Chocnut... and then my mind went blank. Twenty five years I've spent with her and I don't know what my older sister's favorites are at the snap of a finger. Sad face.
Tonight I'll very discreetly fish out her favorite things. Hmmm... I need creative seques.
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As usual, I'm the last one out of the office. The color coding scheme forces me out of the road until 7pm. Sigh. I wish I had a bigger desk.