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.
The train left, time check, 15mins past 7. Holy cow, that was fast. I stood there waiting for the next train which arrived 10mins after, it was so full nobody got in. Now, more people stood behind me, I wanted to block the escalator with a sign board that says CLOSED in big, bold, red letters. Finally, another train! 
This time there’s hope, because I can see a few spaces where I can fit my skinny ass. It was 7:30, and I was in front, the minute the doors opened I got pushed inside. I felt what I thought was a feeling of achievement, until the train moved and accelerated. I realized I was in an an awkward position. One of Satan’s minions was under my armpit, everytime the train would stop her head would bob and hit me. FAIL. She squished my bag, one that I just bought. EVIL I tell you. The train got to the Cubao station and everyone went out. Every part of me smelled like hell now. FAIL. I had to run all the way to the other side of the world to get on another train, the LRT, which I absolutely love because it is empty most of the time. It was 7:50 by the time I got there, I thought I could still make it. When I got to the platform, the sign read, NEXT TRAIN IN 6 MINUTES. FAIL. By the time the train got there it was already 7:58PM and so I was 4mins late. FAIL. Expect to have another verbal warning.
NOTE TO SELF: NEVER RIDE THE FUCKING MRT! NEVER FUCKING EVER!
Now, in order to get my mind off my failures things, let’s look at pictures of food! This was the only thing I liked about today:
