MRT Obsessions

Before I got suspended, I have been late three times, which I got another memo for. Uh, yeah what an irresponsible. Well, I tried hard cleaning up my record by NOT being late after the suspension memo was served. Let’s see how that worked out, uhm, it didn’t. It was a total FAIL. Just like the MRT. Yeah, the fuckin MRT! I thought working at night would be good because that way I don’t get to experience the rush hour, but NO. I just had to be given the 8PM shift, which I thought was late enough to avoid the people who just got out of work and are on their way home, (again) but NO. Question! I thought you lived 5mins near your workplace? Why are you complaining about the rush hour? Well, I had to go to Shangri-la Plaza you see. In order to get there, I have to take the (fucking) MRT. On the way though, it was a rather pleasant ride. I was the only one who got in from the Cubao station, and I was even able to sit down. Time flew and what do you know, I needed to get back to the office. It was 7PM when I headed to the MRT. I was surprised to find there wasn’t a lot of people in line buying tickets. Even more surprised when I found them all waiting for a train downstairs, it seemed like a concert! Only, these were people from all walks of life. Not people who like a certain genre of music. The MASSES! The train (full of people!) had just arrived and as soon as the doors opened, everyone just jumped inside. Nevermind the people trying to get out of the train, as long as we get inside. Oh GOD, I said to myself, Satan’s minions decided to ride the train the same time I did. HELP ME.
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