THE WRATH OF VIRUS

Okay, I don’t have time to post my blog real-time so let’s just pretend that I posted this yesterday.

I’m excited to finish this day’s duty because tomorrow, September 6, is my day off. As you all know, my rest day is the most precious day for me, and of course, for everyone because it only comes once in a blue moon. Well, not literally once. It’s like finding a pearl in a small clam, or a diamond in the dust, or however you might interpret something that happens rarely. Rest days comes after six or seven days, or worse, eight days, which I’ll be having next week. Even if I’m feeling very sick with this cold that I’m having accompanied with allergic rhinitis and dry cough, I dragged my feet to go to work.

I need to go early to the bank today to deposit money. The sky is turning gray, showing impending signs of rain. I feel deaf. I don’t have my skirt in the conveyor. My mucus keeps on wanting to escape my huge nostrils, and little mosquitoes inside my nose tickle its linings. I tapped my ID to the scheduler machine, and to add up to the list of worse scenarios in my life, I’m on a very dangerous game.

Today, I was assigned on a very sensitive matter. The machine. Once you go wrong, all the bosses will go down the floor, and you’re screwed up, worse, your career will be over. There is no room for mistake in the machine. Once you pressed the button, the mass get paid.

I struggled for the first hour, waited for my reliever, and then went straight to the clinic. Of course, stupid doctor of our clinic won’t let me home with just some stupid colds and rhinitis. He’s so damned strict! I hate the clinic! The white lines of it, the smell, the stupid particular doctor of this shift, expect for the cute nurse who asked me why I was blooming. What do you think I am? A flower? They want me to take antihistamine! Damn! You all know what that means right? Dizziness and sleepiness. Why would I take it? I was trying to be reasonable here! The doctor wants me to take it, but the nurse is quite against it. Yeah right, we have the same idea. I refused to take it. I want to work wide awake, not half brain dead! I have a good night sleep, then what would that be for?

After I took the medication for the colds, (no didn't take the antihistamine), I went back to my manager and asked her if she could transfer me to a nonsmoking area or elsewhere, (I was thinking shuffle room, since I don’t feel like doing anything). Ma’am Imelda was very nice to have put me in the shuffle room.

I badly want to go home, just lie down in my bed, have a cup of hot cappuccino on my bedside table. I applied for early out today before my shirt started. So every time the phone rings, I look straight to the manager, expecting. Half nervous and half excited, only to find out, no, it isn't about me. I look like a dog seeing a bone and suddenly it was gone away from me, with that, I pity myself.

Time passed. 630 PM. Still there was no signs. I took my second break.

Then when I come back, still expecting, the nothing. I waited till 8. Maybe they will let me out by then, because new staffs will be starting their shift at this hour. Still no.

9PM, still hoping.

10PM, I stopped expecting.

After eight hours of what feels like a hundred years inside that incubator, five minutes before 11PM, we were dismissed. Not bad.

And I swore never to go to work when I feel sick. I will never drag myself again!

Got home early, and was happy to see food on the table! I’m starving.