疲勞

They had to wake me up at 8 in the morning yesterday, I wanted to sleep more because I had an appointment with some sales agent later around 10 but my parents were arriving from cebu at 8:30 so I had to drive and pick them up at the airport and it was one of those terrible mornings that I wanted to go on sleeping and wished that my parents could have just hired some driver or they could have taken the taxi home. Anyway I drove to the airport with one of our housekeepers to help my parents with their luggage whom I wished could have learned how to drive himself, I sure did get to the airport before 8:30 and hell for crying out loud my father then called that their flight got delayed and they won’t be arriving till 9. Half an hour was so much of time yet all I can do is sit in the airport carpark field and drink this cup of coffee I brought which I didn’t have time to drink at home.

I got to work right in time to meet this sales agent at 10 in the morning, he’s working for around four of our bigger suppliers and I knew was going to have a very long matter to attend to for the rest of the day with him, and hell it took me up to 6 in the afternoon to wrap everything up.

This sales agent is in his mid forties though a lot of his hair had turned white and he sounds like pretty much like a nice guy though he was making good lies in a straight face, like there was this time he asked to be excused because he wanted to take a leak and instead he came back to the office smelling like cigarettes and I was sure he smoked, he stood beside me while I wrote and he hummed this happy and silly tune that filled the air around me with traces of nicotine from his breath, and the goddam tune annoyed me that I had to change tables to work in peace, and hell he just had to follow me and hum some more. I had to start some stupid conversation with him to get his mouth to stop humming and talk about something else which I wouldn’t be listening anyway. I told him that there was this president of some company he used to work in who visited me some 2 days ago, it did stop him from humming though and he muttered the president’s guy name and he looked like he was happy he got fired from that company or something.

This guy’s former employer did come to see me some 2 days ago, he was some tall thin guy whom everybody would want to pull out a handshake with him because he’s the president of some company they probably never knew anyway, I just gave a short talk with el presidente here to amuse him for about ten minutes but the bleeding truth is, his company is doing slow in the market, and there was this one year that his company didn’t even send samples or anything that I thought this company has gone down the drain. Before he left he gave me his calling card, half of what were written were his contact numbers and on the other half was this coat of arms that he probably want people to know that he’s from the order of suchlike knighthood or whatever secret society other than him being el presidente, not much of a phony but lost his card though.

I was dead tired after what I had to work through yesterday, it was a saturday night though but I wanted to get sleep early. Raymund smsed me on my mobile phone a little before nine asking me if I could accompany him to this bar at 11 later because there was this dj who’s going to play that night whom he was mad about, he didn’t have anybody to ask around, his girl wasn’t around too so he was bugging me to go. A couple of beers would be great to end the day but what I was so keen about is because he wanted to meet at 11 which I felt was quite late. I wanted to do raymund his favor anyway and I stayed with him til around 1 in the morning while he listened to this dj play, which for me his music sounded pretty much like the music I hear on any other saturday night, as if the dj was only there for looks and for drunk bar flies to yell and cheer at.