The Story

Now, with the remaining time I have left in the office, I shall tell you the story behind yesterday's post.

It all started a month ago or so I think, when she asked if she could stay with me at my apartment coz she left home. For good, this time, or whenever she felt like she wanted to go home, whichever came first. So, the naive and kind person that I am -- no gagging in the audience please -- I agreed, thinking that it will be all over when the weekend ended.

Argh, all that I can say is that I was always tired. I think she drained me of energy or something. It was really just something about her that screamed emotional vampire. Can I just say again that it was really tiring having her around all the time?

Anyway, one thing led to another and she went home to her mother. She was quite proud when she said that she waved a thousand-peso bill at her mother as she asked her if she really wasn't going to talk to her anymore and her mother grabbed the bill. Is that weird or what?

So, Milenyo came and went and she had to stay with me again. It just so happened that she after she came out of the bathroom, I heard the sound of running water, so I asked her if she left the faucet on or something. She said no, and that was that for me.

Then came the day when she went ahead and became unprofessional and basically a brat in the office. She was mad at everyone and would make "singhal" to people. She got a memo kasi per an incident report filed on her. And she took that anger out on me and us.

After that whole phase was over and she apologized, she told me the reason she was mad at me was because of the whole faucet thing.

I'm like, WTF? But hey, sure, whatever, let's go back to how we were before you revealed your true personality.

I didn't forget though.

Then the other day, we were at lunch, her, me, and our supervisor Jen. We bought some food outside, so we were using styrofoam plates and plastic spoons and forks, and there were plastic bags for us three. We were done eating and I was gathering the containers to put in the trash, and Jen asked, "Ba't ba ang hilig mo magligpit ng basura?" So I said, "Para malinis na agad." And she goes, "Kasi basurera yang si Ana eh."

Hmm...

All conversations are approximate, by the way, coz I can't remember the exact words, but they run along the same lines.

How would you react if you were told that?

There's nothing wrong with being a basurera -- it's an honorable and clean way to make a living, but...

Then yesterday, I think everyone already knew that I have a followup appointment with my allergologist -- something that I've resceduled three times already before I finally went -- and yesterday was the day that I went to my doctor. Anyway, the editor from the first shift, Clifford, who shares the computer with me... Clifford and I were talking and she asked if I was going to go ahead with my appointment. I said yes, Clifford asked where (I think), and before I could respond, she said, "Sa OB-GYNE pupunta sa Ana mamaya," in that nakakaloko tone of voice. Pangungutya ba. So I turned to her and told her, but with a smile, "Nakakainis ka na ha."

By the way, I am so not putting her name here. Which reminds me, I have to delete part of an entry I made that has her name in it. After I finish the story.

She asked me why and so I told her that she already knew that I had a followup appointment with the doctor I saw regarding my allergy and she had to go and say that?

I mean, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with going to see an OB-GYNE, really every female should visit one regularly, but the way she said it implied something dirty and something shameful.

I wouldn't be surprised if she perceives seeing an OB-GYNE as shameful and dirty. And don't get me started on her taste in boyfriends... argh.

Anyway, she may asked me another question and I mentioned the conversation the other day about her calling me basurera and I asked her if that was the way she saw me. She went, "Sige, hindi na kita bibiruin." I said, "Thank you."

And she's been cold towards me since then. Which is not really that big a kawalan to me personally since she's not really a friend friend to me. As long as she can relate to me civilly with regards to work, I'm fine with that.

I do have a question though, who should apologize? From my point of view, I don't have anything to apologize for. But the way I see it, she has to apologize to me, right?

Opinions?

I certainly am civil with her when we talk about work, but she's walking the borderline between coldly civil and civil.