the most unfortunate person

i was already on my way home after an exhausting day. when something happened that made me realized a lot of things. i can say that the past two days would probably the most drooling day for me.

first, i think i failed my final interview because of a crap i made up. yeah, i know my fault! aside from the fact that the hr staff told me that i overdone the exam. what do you mean about "overdone," miss?

when i applied as a quality assurance officer nobody actually told me that what it really meant was proof reader. so when i did the exam i actually copywrote it. hahaha.

but rules are rules to quote the hr staff. well i wanted to tell her that the instructions that was given to us was not clear. i checked for grammar, typographical errors, redundancies, content consistencies and even reconstructed improper formats, which i think and even them would agree that was incorrect, but i didn't. because i don't want to sound defensive as well as scape goating.

last, was the enrolment. i never really understood why this law school i enrolled into, only has 4 staffs in their college that would facilitate the entrire enrolment process. not to mention fact, that the other one was already the dean.

it took me 5 hours just for my papers to be passed. but surprisingly, their student population for their law college is not that big compare to other big schools and its not even a state university for crying out loud! it literally took them 3 hours just to finished the 6 students ahead of me, just to get their papers. when it was my turn, they just gave me a number and instructed to come back the next day to follow it up, just like the rest of the students ahead of me. i was, "what? why didn't you just put a box in front of your counter. so that us, students will just put our papers there and then file our number and not swaiting (sweating and waiting)? god, is it that hard to be resourceful or even logically, nowadays?---but ofcourse, i tell it to them again. because i remember that u haven't had anything inside my stomach aside from a bottle of orange juice.

the following day, after the most frustrating trip that i need to endure, coming from my final interview, i saw the girl who was infront of me yesterday. she was also in san beda and surprisingly she still remembers my name (almost 75% of the faces i saw in that school was from san beda, believe it or not). then i asked her what will we do next.

she told me that the college announced earlier that they will just accomodate the first 44 students for today. surprise, surprise i am mr. number 104. so i just decided to return back next week.

i thought of not going home yet. because of the fear that i might just tie my neck to the ceiling out of extreme frustration if i go home. so i met up with a friend in ortigas and just had some talk. we said our goodbyes around 2 am already. i rode a cab home and when i thought that it was over. the cab went dead in the middle of katipunan-c5.

"what a day," i thought and to add up the embarassment, i saw people coming out to the streets. i thought are they going after our cab? is it burning? is it about to explode? fortunately, they didn't. they gathered to this spot that was already filled with curious crowd, just right infront of us. i heard sirens. the first was the tanod cab, next was the ambulance then the towing truck.

when the tanods were clearing the people, i saw a detached and still burning car engine in the middle of the avenue. then probably a meter away from it was the car's bumper and then the actual car. from the looks of it, it seemed like the car went over the bridge's barrier and fell over. just imagine the impact.

i found myself stuck just looking at the ruins of the smashed car. i even didn't realized that the cab driver was already pushing the car, to give its engine a kick to ignite. until the car finally moved.

on our way, i realized that i am still lucky for that day compare to the poor fellow who was driving the car---actually we all are.

when we usually complain and admit to ourselves that we are the most unfortunate person that this sadystic world loves excruciating, always think that there is someone who, in that very moment, is experiencing 10 folds of the pain that you are experiencing.

i admit that i feel sorry for myself and most of the people i know. because when they keep on complaining about problems regarding work, school, family and especially lovelife, we fail to realize that these are just petty things compare to the wide array of what others have.

ofcourse, some would actually say that its actually relative. a reason that each person happens to have their own context and ways of handling problems. and for me, i have no problem with that! probably what i just wanted to point out, is the fact that one should never lose grip of what s/he wants to achieve. while also having the realization that the world will not stop for us. it will just continue to revolve and continue with life. and basically, what we just have to do is to hold on to it and make our way eith what would really make us happy and fulfilled.