it’s the end of an ardous week-long sales hunting and i’m about to take my off. should’ve spent time with someone very special had it been an ordinary day. this one is different, after half a year i have this rare opportunity of breaking the monotony of corporate life anxiously shared by pressure and stress. week after week of beating the clock, expanding clients, enduring long travel hours, insufficient sleep or the lack of it, and the daily hustle of closing sales; all of these will be pushed aside because finally, im using my earned right to slack off–i’m going home. a half-filled duffel bag packed for a full week of stay and an eager heart waiting for the clock to hit seven. no tickets reserved–it’s off-season for travelers–i spoke too soon, forgot about murphy’s law, bus leaves at 9:30am unfortunately without me on it.
luckily others have this good habit of being prepared that they bought reserved tickets to assure seats uncertain if they’d be able to use it at all. guess it’s their preparedness or lack of it that earned me a seat as a chance passenger. it’s either they prepared for something that they won’t actually use or their lack of preparation that they missed the departure. either way i don’t care, i made it and im going home. Murphy’s Law is more of a theory than a law–unproven, after all i made it to the only bus bound for Bicol that morning.
again i spoke to soon, after two hours of comfortable rest, in a seat i now certainly own, Murphy’s Law came into play. Just a stone-throw away from the toll gate the bus slows to a halt. the whole damn thing is busted. the engine won’t start, the AC won’t work and we have the option to stay inside the bus-turned-microwave-oven or move outside with a weather forshadowing rains. it’s between the devil and the deep blue sea, or something like that. and tell you what, it couldn’t get any worse than having an empty stomach amidst an expressway with no available food in sight under some clouds threatening light showers with only a bottlefull of water to drink and deprived of any form of sleep coming out straight from a night shift. the scourge of Murphy’s Law in full blast. suddenly i’m a believer. this anguish, this torment, this suffering, who would’ve guessed, was streched unto three solid agonizing hours. i swear i almost blacked out, the culprit–hunger, lack of sleep, drizzling rains, pity of being alone, regrets of not eating beforehand, or combination of two or combination of all. i even blamed my indecisive self for grabbing the chance to board the bus–pathetic.Murphy’s Law has it’s own way of doing things in all but miserable manner.
the proxy bus came in two hours after it was supposed to arrive. these bus operators have this habit of setting customers’ expectations and smashing it after, i almost believed they were doing it for their own pleasure. they almost left us with a towing truck giving them a hand, if not for the livid remarks of the female passengers pushing their rights as customers. believe me human of this gender is a force to reckon with, the last thing you’ll ever want is a woman throwing all sorts of comments and remarks at you–like sharp bladed swords, their words would rip one’s soul open. at least that’s how i see it judging from the reaction, or better yet the silence of the tow-truck and bus operators. like boys getting scolded by their mothers they found their own separate corners and lit their own cigarettes–poor living individuals. guess that’s murphy’s law right there working on them. the transfer was made, the AC was fine and my hunger was relieved by a fifty-buck one cup rice and ampalaya gulay. thought it was overpriced, hell yeah i knew the price was not right damn it. i’m in sales and i know what jacking up the price is. guess i didn’t have time to pick on the price, the relief of a hunger fed is so satisfying that the price didn’t bother me at that moment.
after all the physical pains and mental sufferings i guess Murphy’s Law’s done, or so it seemed. five and a half hour to travelling and i’m still in Batangas, and not only that, i suspect Murphy’s Law’s way of annoying me even more was a heavy traffic. i could almost hear Murphy’s Law say “you think you have had enough son, well, think again”, or “it’s not over ’til it’s over” or “you’ve got served!” ok ignore the last one. now it’s just a matter of psycho-war, my hunger is relieved and i’m not gonna lose the battle by just a heavy traffic. if it’s a war between me and Murphy’s Law, a heavy traffic is not the one to piss me off. here’s a good one for you Murphy’s Law, you try to annoy me with this traffic i dont give a damn, i’ll doze off. what a best time to take a nap or a full sleep than now. that’s “you got served” for you right there, right in your face.
thought the battle was over but Murphy’s Law came back with a vengeance, the traffic was clear which was good… or was it? the engine roared to life and in full throttle when the road cleared of traffic. i was in the middle of my victory sleep when my seat started to quiver then all of a sudden became a nervous tremble and turned into a tremor until it reached it’s maximum super saiyan level–a series of sudden, short, constant violent quake. had i not realize im in a bus i swear i must have freaked out, it must have hit the richter scale pretty awful. my comfortable sleep snatched just like that. worse is, it was the first time i felt like throwing up while travelling. couldnt rest my head against the back of the seat beause of the shaking, couldnt stay having my back straight either without getting neck pains or banging against the seat. a mischievous smile right there from Murphy’s Law saying “who’s your daddy now”.
realizing how things could really get wrong dawned on me. seems like things could easily get out of hand no matter what you do or not do. whether it’s a cause by your own doing, or others, or by any other thing that you could put your blame on, you can’t help it. Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and sometimes at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way. sometimes it just all depends on how severe or benign the effects are. a positive clever mind, an alert and active body, a dose of resourcefulness and a little bit of luck i guess are enough to face these challenges or at least what i so choose to believe.
after the second stop the travel seemed smoother and better that i even missed the last stop–i was deeply asleep. the ride went on without much problem. it was 11pm when i first realized i’m travelling in my own beloved region. two more hours and i set foot to my native city closing the gap between me and home by only a few blocks. after sixteen hours of travel, what would’ve only taken eight or ten hours, i’m before our door standing right infront our doorstep waiting to give the door a i’m-finally-home knock. thought what else could go wrong between the first knock and my first step inside home. does Murphy’s Law still have something up it’s sleeve, i thought “what the heck, this is the longest ill-fated travel-slash-day of my life, would there be anything worse that i can’t take”. with a smile, i acknowledged “certainly yes, Murphy’s Law has a whole lot more in store for me…but tonight i have had enough and guess have taken a lion’s share of it. i need to rest”.
tonight is my fourth night of stay here and everything, so far, is going my way. i think it’s Murphy’s Law’s way of making it up to me and i even take it as Murphy’s sign of apology for throwing too much a blunder in a day all to a single person.
luckily others have this good habit of being prepared that they bought reserved tickets to assure seats uncertain if they’d be able to use it at all. guess it’s their preparedness or lack of it that earned me a seat as a chance passenger. it’s either they prepared for something that they won’t actually use or their lack of preparation that they missed the departure. either way i don’t care, i made it and im going home. Murphy’s Law is more of a theory than a law–unproven, after all i made it to the only bus bound for Bicol that morning.
again i spoke to soon, after two hours of comfortable rest, in a seat i now certainly own, Murphy’s Law came into play. Just a stone-throw away from the toll gate the bus slows to a halt. the whole damn thing is busted. the engine won’t start, the AC won’t work and we have the option to stay inside the bus-turned-microwave-oven or move outside with a weather forshadowing rains. it’s between the devil and the deep blue sea, or something like that. and tell you what, it couldn’t get any worse than having an empty stomach amidst an expressway with no available food in sight under some clouds threatening light showers with only a bottlefull of water to drink and deprived of any form of sleep coming out straight from a night shift. the scourge of Murphy’s Law in full blast. suddenly i’m a believer. this anguish, this torment, this suffering, who would’ve guessed, was streched unto three solid agonizing hours. i swear i almost blacked out, the culprit–hunger, lack of sleep, drizzling rains, pity of being alone, regrets of not eating beforehand, or combination of two or combination of all. i even blamed my indecisive self for grabbing the chance to board the bus–pathetic.Murphy’s Law has it’s own way of doing things in all but miserable manner.
the proxy bus came in two hours after it was supposed to arrive. these bus operators have this habit of setting customers’ expectations and smashing it after, i almost believed they were doing it for their own pleasure. they almost left us with a towing truck giving them a hand, if not for the livid remarks of the female passengers pushing their rights as customers. believe me human of this gender is a force to reckon with, the last thing you’ll ever want is a woman throwing all sorts of comments and remarks at you–like sharp bladed swords, their words would rip one’s soul open. at least that’s how i see it judging from the reaction, or better yet the silence of the tow-truck and bus operators. like boys getting scolded by their mothers they found their own separate corners and lit their own cigarettes–poor living individuals. guess that’s murphy’s law right there working on them. the transfer was made, the AC was fine and my hunger was relieved by a fifty-buck one cup rice and ampalaya gulay. thought it was overpriced, hell yeah i knew the price was not right damn it. i’m in sales and i know what jacking up the price is. guess i didn’t have time to pick on the price, the relief of a hunger fed is so satisfying that the price didn’t bother me at that moment.
after all the physical pains and mental sufferings i guess Murphy’s Law’s done, or so it seemed. five and a half hour to travelling and i’m still in Batangas, and not only that, i suspect Murphy’s Law’s way of annoying me even more was a heavy traffic. i could almost hear Murphy’s Law say “you think you have had enough son, well, think again”, or “it’s not over ’til it’s over” or “you’ve got served!” ok ignore the last one. now it’s just a matter of psycho-war, my hunger is relieved and i’m not gonna lose the battle by just a heavy traffic. if it’s a war between me and Murphy’s Law, a heavy traffic is not the one to piss me off. here’s a good one for you Murphy’s Law, you try to annoy me with this traffic i dont give a damn, i’ll doze off. what a best time to take a nap or a full sleep than now. that’s “you got served” for you right there, right in your face.
thought the battle was over but Murphy’s Law came back with a vengeance, the traffic was clear which was good… or was it? the engine roared to life and in full throttle when the road cleared of traffic. i was in the middle of my victory sleep when my seat started to quiver then all of a sudden became a nervous tremble and turned into a tremor until it reached it’s maximum super saiyan level–a series of sudden, short, constant violent quake. had i not realize im in a bus i swear i must have freaked out, it must have hit the richter scale pretty awful. my comfortable sleep snatched just like that. worse is, it was the first time i felt like throwing up while travelling. couldnt rest my head against the back of the seat beause of the shaking, couldnt stay having my back straight either without getting neck pains or banging against the seat. a mischievous smile right there from Murphy’s Law saying “who’s your daddy now”.
realizing how things could really get wrong dawned on me. seems like things could easily get out of hand no matter what you do or not do. whether it’s a cause by your own doing, or others, or by any other thing that you could put your blame on, you can’t help it. Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and sometimes at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way. sometimes it just all depends on how severe or benign the effects are. a positive clever mind, an alert and active body, a dose of resourcefulness and a little bit of luck i guess are enough to face these challenges or at least what i so choose to believe.
after the second stop the travel seemed smoother and better that i even missed the last stop–i was deeply asleep. the ride went on without much problem. it was 11pm when i first realized i’m travelling in my own beloved region. two more hours and i set foot to my native city closing the gap between me and home by only a few blocks. after sixteen hours of travel, what would’ve only taken eight or ten hours, i’m before our door standing right infront our doorstep waiting to give the door a i’m-finally-home knock. thought what else could go wrong between the first knock and my first step inside home. does Murphy’s Law still have something up it’s sleeve, i thought “what the heck, this is the longest ill-fated travel-slash-day of my life, would there be anything worse that i can’t take”. with a smile, i acknowledged “certainly yes, Murphy’s Law has a whole lot more in store for me…but tonight i have had enough and guess have taken a lion’s share of it. i need to rest”.
tonight is my fourth night of stay here and everything, so far, is going my way. i think it’s Murphy’s Law’s way of making it up to me and i even take it as Murphy’s sign of apology for throwing too much a blunder in a day all to a single person.
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