the attack of the flipflop/hoodie monster

i try my best not to be a biatch at the office, even if there are a lot of people here i would have loved to spat with due to many, many mindless reasons.

and this incident happened like 3 mins ago at the girl’s restroom. maybe im just having a bad day, maybe im just so sleepy right now…but im just so infuriated i need to get this out of my chest!

here’s the story: you know how i come to the office sometimes wearing nothing but flip flops, drawstring pants and hoodies? like im just hanging out at the mall or at one of my friends’ houses? like i just got out of bed, except that i smell bagong ligo…wakokoko…anyway, im on that get-up today…except that im wearing a really slouchy looking jacket instead of my usual hoodies (blame it to cranky mornings). so long story short, i just finished a call with a frustrated customer, went on a break and ran to the restroom. the moment i pushed open the door, i heard somebody say “aaawww” in a very maarte way and then i realized i just slammed the door into some girl’s right side of her body. now, our restrooms here at the office are the mall-type-like restrooms with that long marble sink and large mirrors. this girl along with her other friends are glamming it up in front of the mirrors and it just so happened that she’s like located at the edge of the sink near the door. so who’s fault is it? of course not me! i don’t have x-ray vision, godammit! yeah but i still said sorry ( i think 2x…blech). and this girl does not even acknowledge the fact that i apologized! they just gave me this knowing look, even looking at me from head to toe! just because im on flip flops and they’re wearing stilettos and mascara does not give them the right to be so effing biatches! aarrghhh!!!!! seriously, if i was not that tired, i would’ve scoffed at them, like i usually do…but im currently nurturing a migraine and i have no time to catfight with anybody. besides, they don’t deserve an ounce of my attention. wait till tomorrow. il make sure i wake up with a fesh start (and not in a lousy mood) so that il have the zest to dress up! stilettos, mascara and all! then il run to the restroom at exactly the same time i did awhile ago and slam the door open with all my might and hopefully she’s be standing there and that ive opened the door with such force that she gets slammed into a toilet booth and cracks her head wide open…uhmmm..yeah pretty violent…this is scary, i think i have some kind of a split personality or something…naaahhh…im just stressed…crazy stressed. period.

okay, crazeee moment over….time to deal with these rednecks and have their dsl going. ugh, i hate this day. really, really do….*yawn*