Fun decided not to show up this weekend
After being away from the boyfriend for the week, I was really looking forward to this weekend being a fun one. Well, it wasn’t.
First, my nose is dripping like crazy. Sorry. But it’s true. I still have colds, and it’s like they wanted to punish me for taking all of those Sinutab ES that the doctor prescribed last weekend. On Saturday morning, I had a really bad headache but I had to finish the ton of work I had allowed to pile up on me, and leave the pining until I could go home. I woke Alfred up by calling him so many times on his phone, and he came over to pick me up and take me to lunch. We ended up taking a long cab ride to Greenhills because the driver wasn’t thinking about Saturday noontime traffic at EDSA when he decided that’s the route we were going to take. The ride didn’t do much to make me feel better.
Lunch was fantastic though – The House of Minis. I was craving for steak, you see.
But guess what? Just so we could go out for lunch (and because I needed something to pick me up), I had taken some work home. BUT because of the time it took to get us to Greenhills, we wouldn’t make it back home for me to meet my 3PM deadline. So we had to stop by an Internet place so I could make it. And I did.
We decided to stroll around the shops for awhile, and we got to stop at the Dollar Store, and Daiso too. I took pictures (that I wouldn’t be able to show off because Mom has the camera with her and she’s off to Hong Kong)! I must have been looking really crappy already because Alfred was the one who insisted on heading home. It really should have been me since I did have to go to work pa that night.
Saturday night wasn’t any better. To make matters worse, calls were coming in like there was no tomorrow. And there were these issues that we just weren’t able to track right away. And someone got the flack for it. Though I am happy it wasn’t me, I felt bad that it had to be her too. Something’s gotta change about our processes, seriously. But I was going through the whole shift in a daze. One minute I’d be sitting, staring at my monitor, the next I’d just feel snot dripping off my nose down to my shirt! Really yucky stuff I tell you. Good thing my seatmate comes in 5 hours into my shift already.
Alfred has been craving for another meal at Mister Kebab, and Sunday morning was supposed to be the perfect time for it. Well guess what, I couldn’t wake him up. I had waited and waited. By the time he responded, I was outside the office ready to go home. I called my dad and there was lunch at home already and I didn’t want that to go to waste so I asked Dad (with Esban) to pick me up instead. After eating, I dozed off on the couch right in front of the TV while Alfred gave Zune a bath. We went to sleep (at least I did) because I was feeling too warm and my head was just chasing my pillows. We intended to go out around 6pm. I needed to pay my bills, and Alfred needs a new wallet. Well guess what? We didn’t go anywhere. And I have the feeling that he’s blaming me for it.
And that’s just not fair. I was ready to stand up, take a bath, get dressed and leave for the mall. But he decided it was his time to sleep. Then he wakes me up at 9PM because he’s hungry for dinner. Then he goes and finishes his dinner so fast and stands up right behind his chair and stands there next to me with his hands on his hips. When I asked him what on earth he was doing standing there, he made a move to go up and back to our room. What the heck? Why couldn’t he at least wait for me to finish eating? So then he goes back and sits next to me. But what’s the point already? So I told him to go on ahead, which he does, but not without saying he just didn’t get it. Well that was a revelation! Yes, he just doesn’t get it!
Sorry for the rant. Yes this was a rant.
Because after dinner, I didn’t join him up there. I stayed downstairs and slept again on the couch until the ABS-CBN station ID woke me up, just before the Philippine Anthem video was played and the station signed off for the night. And in a few hours, he’ll leave for work and I won’t see him again until Friday night. That sucks.
And I’m still sick.
What a weekend.