Not-So-Good Friday

It's not because I worked on a sacred holiday that I had an atrocious Good Friday. Working doesn't bother me. I work whenever I like to work anyway... anytime, any place...

Right off the bat, my mind was messed from the get go since someone started to give me a cold treatment since Thursday night as I uttered one wrong joke to her... As of the last second, things are still never the same... and I wonder what it will gonna be like next week, when we're on the same day shift... Needless to say, I was still on the night shift, and I carried that emotion into the sunrise, workday seven and all... I said sorry and slept abruptly as I went home at 8 am...

I missed the 3 pm Good Friday mass because I was asleep and just starting to get into the earth again at the time, after all, I was on the penultimate night of my Night Shift career (assuming I'll be having my visa over the next two weeks). Officially woke up 3:15 pm, thus I didn't went to mass because I still have to fix myself and beat the heat... So I decided to log-in on my laptop instead, and voila(!), the connection is so slow, I can't access Yahoo Mail, Facebook, and ESPN! I'm stuck with Friendster and playing Pac-Man. I guess it was divine intervention... By 4:30, I decided to log-off and go back to bed..

Not sure if got more sleep, but @ 6 pm, I decided to take a bath and prepare for my final night shift (I hope) for quite sometime. It's really a Christian-Oliver way of ending my night shift... on a Good Friday...

I had to drop by the Church where the remains of the fallen Christ was embarked. While lying there, I prayed and asked for forgiveness on not attending most of the Holy Week's festivities... and also prayed for the enlightenment of... everybody (haha!), especially me (more of looking for a sign!). I also prayed on my other intentions... I'm not sure if I'm being selfish on that regard...

By 8 pm, I started to go to my so-called sanctuary, with the moon staring brightly at me like she's gonna eat me... Nobody's dancing Cha-Cha-Cha in the highway with my car... Even the delivery trucks were kneeling and praying on those times... It has been a 10-minute journey to the office that seemed to be going for hours... I recalled childhood memories, when people are not advised to go out, nor even move, during holy week, much more "the Good Friday", and 5 hours into Jesus Christ's last of his seven final words... It's different now, some people are working, errr, more and more people are working... and some, errr, most people were in Boracay, Galera, Pagudpod, Baguio, or anywhere that they could hide in this year's summer solstice. Globalization, tourism, and recession working out well to break old traditions, but I was curious to find out myself, that's why I found myself driving to work...

Safely into my sanctuary, I was craving for something... food that can be eaten on this kind of day... So I went down and crossed the street only to found out that Kopi Roti and my favorite Kopi Bun was closed... though I saw a lovely couple walking on the hallway of Columns... made me feel nostalgic again... why not me, at this place, at this moment... how mighty have I fallen when it terms on the matters of my heart... it used to be my strong point, but I'm very fragile now... every happy couple I see is considered a travesty... especially with what happened to me the night before, and all these months...

Fillet-O-Fish... a food that I could only remember during Good Fridays... and it came as no surprise that I crossed three streets just to get to the nearest golden arch... as I queue, there were two lovely ladies were in front of me... ordering only one fillet-o-fish meal... then I overheard that the meal will be available in five minutes... and when it was my turn, I agreed likewise to wait for it... Then I went to the farthest isolated corner, where I thought nobody will dare to get there... but those same two ladies sat on the next table... in front of me... side-by-side together... with one meal... waiting as well for maybe 3 minutes... 'Ole Fillet-O-Fish finally came... one for me, and one for the other table... As I disrobed the sandwich, simultaneously, the ladies disrobed theirs as well... and I... I couldn't take it anymore... as I put a huge bite on my sandwich, simultaneously the two girls made simultaneous huge bites on theirs, getting some sandwich, and getting more skin... and they went on and on as if I was not 2 meters in front of them... Again, why not me doing the kissing, to any of those two... at this very Good Friday, at this very McDonalds...

I don't believe it's a coincidence anymore... I guess it's really my fate... to be alone & watching... It was supposed to be my alone-in-the-corner-of-the-golden-arch moment... but it turned out to be my rubbing-it-in-to-the-lowest-level moment...

Well, I had no choice but to come back to my sanctuary... good thing that my WBS clean-up project was still ongoing and I kept myself busy the whole night... nostalgic and all... waited for the sunrise of the "Glorious Saturday"... waiting for Easter... Where I'm pondering right now (to the tune of Enya, no less) on what moment will get resurrected? The "March Madness" moment or "The Empty Road Leading to March Madness"...