Don’t you wish that everyday is an easy day?

So basically, my week left me without sleep. Or at least, minimal sleep. From Tuesday night where I shopped for my clothes with my brother’s girlfriend to last night where I wallowed in self pity and annoyance over the events of my Friday, which was supposed to be a good day. Later, I’ll be out again, but this time to do some good for myself because I’ve been too stressed with work and been too busy with parties for the past week. Baseco + OMF = good. Yeah.

But anyway. The Sun Christmas party last Wednesday was fun. :P I loved dressing up, and although I looked like such a good girl with my costume, I had fun with the Marketing people. :) Pictures galore, too. It was the first time I actually partied on a school night weekday, in the middle of the week. Talk about hard to wake up the next morning. Although it was fun the next day because all everyone can talk about is the party. ;) Plus the fact that there was another party the next night. :P

More parties to come next week, I think? I know we’re all looking forward to Tuesday because it’s videoke night. Yeah. Lord gimme sleep. I’m looking forward to Wednesday because my dad’s coming home. :D

Friday was actually okay at first, although I was late by one freaking minute. I was working all day, and looking forward after work because of the OMF trip. However, our salary didn’t arrive until what, 5:30pm? And usually, by that time on a Friday, I’d be relaxing because it’s the weekend already; but nooo, I have to learn some Unix things for Monday. I’m not complaining about that, really; it’s just that all the scripts we were trying weren’t working. And I’m supposed to be relaxing already.

I left the office at 7:00pm, passing up on the party everyone else was going to because of the OMF trip. I hurried down to the ATM to grab some cash, but just my luck, the lines were loooong. I got to withdraw, but it was already 7:30pm and OMF was only up to 8:00pm. :( Bea offered to go the next day (today), which is actually okay with me, but I was just so disappointed about my day that all I wanted to do was cry. So I headed over to the Adoration Chapel and cried. Then after some time, I decided to go home, but I was supposed to stop by the Department Store first to buy something as retail therapy. But before I got there, Pinky called and I ended up facing a corner in Galleria, crying as I talked to her. Haha. I must’ve been a funny sight then.

I was about to go home, but I decided to meet up with Bea and Migs first. We talked, and then I went home. I thought the sucky parts of the day was over, but it wasn’t. If I had gotten to the FX a bit earlier, I would’ve caught the earlier ride. But I didn’t. I got on another one, which left after 20 minutes, then when I was about to go down, the driver just had to rush me but I couldn’t rush because my seatmate was an older woman who couldn’t move fast. I rode a jeep, and got off at my village, bought ice cream and rode a tricycle.

Now the tricycle ride was just too darn annoying, really. The driver seemed to not know where he’s going, and at one point, he went straight to a street then turned abruptly around and went back to another street. When we were nearing our street, he took another route which was okay with me because it would be easier for him, but then instead of turning towards our street, he was about to go straight, so I kinda snapped our street name at him. Without an apology, he turned to our street. I got down, paid him P16.00 since it was only 9:58pm, fare would increase by P5 at 10:00pm. As I was about to go to our house, he had the nerve to tell me, “Ma’am, alas-diyes na po.” (Ma’am it’s already ten).

I swear, I wanted to snap at him so much then, tell him that it’s not yet ten on my watch and that how dare he ask that from me when he almost didn’t drop me at my street. But I didn’t. Maybe because I was just too tired and that I’m not really that kind of person. I sighed with frustration and gave him P5.00 and left in a huff. No thank you’s from him.

GAHHH.

I got home, ate ice cream and wallowed a bit. I was supposed to sleep early but I uploaded some pics, and then when I was about to sleep, I found myself crying again! And that totally couldn’t get myself to sleep because of that. I finally dozed at quarter to eleven, then woke up to open the door for my brother and slept. Woke up early for the first day of Simbang Gabi. I’m ashamed to admit that I mostly stared into space during the Mass; all I really wanted to do was sleep, sleep, sleep! I got back, slept, woke up 2 hours after my alarm and now I’m looking forward to my afternoon with friends.

What is the lesson here? To be honest, I don’t know. That everyone has a bad day somehow? I have to admit, my annoyances yesterday were quite shallow and I added to it by choosing to be a brat. >:P Hay. But it’s over, and it just goes to show that Fridays can also suck.

But anyway, God still loves me despite how bratty I was yesterday. And difficult days are part of life, so why reject it? Like what Ayiesha Woods sang: But if everyday was an easy day, you’d never be able to say that Jesus brought you through. :)

Have a great weekend everyone. :)

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