where the hell are my slippers?! beach slippers.

work is fine today. only that i'm never speaking with one of my officemates. for real. it was just because of one stupid thing. it was last Sunday. there weren't much calls as usual. i was just plainly browsing through HBO Documentaries because it was really interesting. They didn't find it interesting but i don't care. However, maybe just for a freakin' fun Jane hid my slippers. it was 15 minutes before lunchtime i was so anxious to go on wee-wee break because my body needs to flush out those nasty fluids, i said to myself "nah.. 15 minutes more and it's lunchtime, i'll be wasting my break." so i supressed it until 3:30pm. finally! lunch time! i couldn't keep my eyes off the screen because the stories were so touching and informative (i think i was almost crying just readin the SYNOPSIS and BIO, man).. then i looked for my slippers. my beach slippers. where the fuck are my fucking slippers?! it's fucking lunchtime! and my gall bladder is about to EXPLODE! truthfully. i couldn't find it. just great. almost not how i wanted it to be but just as good as perfect. PERFECT to hate the person who hid it, forever. i don't normally hate a person forever but this time i think i'll give it a try. everyone within the vicinity had this "it's-funny-but-we-don't-know-where-it-is and even-if-we-do-we-wouldn't-tell-you-face" so i was literally (i think) FUMING. even Bryan (our supervisor) tried to help me find it. where the fuck did it go? i said in my head. i remember yelling "it's not even funny!" at Dharrel, god i was hediously mad. but i didn't want to let my anger get the best of me. no. no. so when i figured that out, i went back to my post. supressed the almost exploding gall bladder and went back to what i was reading. i kept saying to myself "keep your calm" young girl. it isn't worth all that trouble of displaying a fit. so i just sit there. and then Dharrel finally broke it, he told me where it was hidden. then i ran off to the ladies room for a minute and went back to my post to read and read and read. take calls in betwen of course with a very sad lousy voice. i didn't take my lunch, even though i cooked my favorite sweet cdo tocino. i ate it later at home though. when the culprit came back from lunch, they were all jokingly booing her in some way, but that's because they know i felt real bad about it. and you can tell why i'm upset because it's VERY VERY RARE that i miss eating my LUNCh. damn look at how big my tummy is. and i've always been the happy-joy-joy type, but by then i was suddenly in a fuck-you-world mood.

so now i have a problem. how would i take my lunch? certainly not with them anmore. i've had it. it's not about the joke y'know, it's about respect. she fucking knows i'm going on lunch because for the last 14 months we go to lunch together! whenever, however, wherever! why would she hide my slippers? beach slippers! it was OK if she was around to reverse it or at least tell me after she saw my spoofed reaction, but no.. she went to lunch and didnt came back after they finished. if Dharrel hadn't tell me and i didn't find it, how does she think i'd take my lunch? barefoot?! damn, she's so STUPID. if it's a joke, well it's a freakin' LAME one. the JOKE is on her. i just lost all respect i had left for her. she blew it. she's not worth my attention.

after they took their lunch, when everyone was sort of poking her about it, she was like.. "chaii don't be sad.." fuck, that's not what i need to hear from her. that's not what i tell her when i do her wrong sometimes, is it? back when we were friends? i tell her I'M SORRY. that's it. and besides, i'm not SAD, i'm disappointed. totally disappointed.