It rained last night.

When darkness started to set in last night, everything wasn’t any different.  There was nothing special or quirky.  And so I thought.

 
Around 7pm, Papa arrived home and checked with me the articles I was supposed to finish that night (my blogging sideline.)  Right away, I sat on the floor, in front of laptop, wishing for every momentum, to complete five articles—only to find out our internet connection wasn’t working all fine.  Took a long time to download a single firefox start page, less all other pages.  The irritating thing is, it was the first time it happened, when there were so many to be done through the net.  Tsk!

 
Around 7.30pm, I suddenly realized I missed an anticipated tv show (ANTM) that afternoon.  Though it was not the latest season of that anticipated show, I still would like to see its finale.  But I missed it.  Ugh!

 
Around 9pm, with my fury cached somewhere in me, I opened my blogsite and only found a situation in it that lacked sense, and still do.  I then snapped.  I snapped over feeling sorry for a person, and just posted a reply.  (my reply under One week which mentioned our current president?  ye that one there.)  Despite my innate bitchiness, I was never like that with anyone, and my friends know that.  Enough.

 
Around 9.15pm, just while I was breathing over my now “un-cached” fury, our landline rang.  The call came from the recruitment department of the call center company I am now part of.  I’ve known my starting date (March 31) and the place where I will be trained (Makati) since I signed the contract weeks ago.  I expected that latest call for my time schedule.  Ms. Call Center Employee informed me that it will be from 4pm to midnight.  What?!?!

I was terribly shocked and voiced “I’m sorry, but I thought trainings have no graveyard schedule.  I asked the HR personnel in my final interview and she said that I don’t have to worry about that because trainings are on daytime.” 

“Uh, I don’t know about that, but you signed for a work that requires a shifting schedule…” 

Pft!  I sounded like nang-aaway pa eh nashock lang naman talaga ko.  I regret that tuloy.

 
Of course I’m utterly ready for shifting schedule!  My only issue is that someone confirmed to me that trainings are only on normal time.  I’m bothered because I am never used to wandering the streets of the city alone when it’s already late, much more in the wee hours, and much more when I’ll be coming from Makati which is more than an hour and a half away from my home?  Kung dun na mismo sa Commonwealth lang, ayos lang.  And now, I have to ready myself to travel, for more or less two weeks, from Makati to sulok ng Quezon City at midnight?  I just didn’t see that coming.  And now I’m left with only four days to think of counteraction.  Will I stay in the office until 5am?  Sayang ang oras na itutulog.  Will I go home straight?  Paranoia sa byahe pare, paranoia.  Sigh.

 
By 9.15 last night, I would have turned into a big green brute if I were Incredible Hulk.  Learning my training time really put me under so much emotional stress.  Tears brimmed my eyes just because of that.  I right away called May, but I guess everyone in their house slept early because no one answered.  She might have told me, “Yan ang ayoko dyan sa work na yan.  Bakit ba kasi nag call center ka pa!”  So I texted Eko and it ended up like I was the one comforting him because of his bigger problem.  I was fine with that, but was still pissed so I just went online as I knew two of my friends, who are in GY sched too in their respective work, are online.  Marvin became my rant absorber and April offered me her time after work para tumabay somewhere as I have almost the same sched as her. 

Hay.  Bahala na.

 
It’s already summer season, and it’s frigging hot, day and night.  But last night, it rained.

It rained and it all poured on me.