At 7 a.m., I have to wake up and prepare for my second interview at 10 today. Alarm snoozed. When it seems like I took more sleep for 5 minutes only, it's already half past 7. Finally, at 8 a.m. I woke up. Took my time in eating brunch (yes, I'm having brunch this early), took a bath and prepped myself for an important meet-up with the school directress. The night before I already picked (inside my head) the dress that I'll be wearing today. It was something comfortable for any day. The sleeves are until below the elbow in case it will rain, but the material is thin enough for the expected heat that I'll be experiencing by lunch time. I used my fave brown semi-wedges with it. I'm about to leave the house when luckily, I received a phone call and my scheduled is moved to 11am.
Fast forward to that moment when I got off the train. It started to rain a bit and realized I forgot my umbrella, so I hailed a cab instead. I was fortunate enough to be inside the taxi when it started to rain really hard, not like cats and dogs, but tigers and lions. It was just a little more than zero visibility, mga +2. Traffic was major and it started to flood along Shaw Blvd. First it was just gutter deep. Then slowly increasing until I am in slight panic. The driver made a wrong turn to this street to make a "short cut" that eventually became a "panic-attack-for-Kay-cut". Just when we're about to enter that street, one concerned citizen tried to stop us from going. The Kuya driver did not stop. So we went through. At the middle of that flooded place, I feel like I'm TJ Lao but this time WE WERE INFORMED! I'm scared that the car will stop from working until we're stucked at the deepest part of the dirty ocean-like pool of trash, and have no choice but to go out and push the poor car on the upper side of the street. "MANONG, MAY INTERVIEW PO AKO. BALIK NA TAYO PLEASE!" The water started to gush inside the car ala Titanic. As much as I want to start shouting, I offered a short prayer instead. "Lord please!" 847bazillion times until we reached the shore. Thank you Lord! On the next turn, I am where I'm supposed to be. I feel sorry for Manong driver. I want to give him 1 thousand pesos for betting his and his car's life for me. Bbbut I don't have that big amount to donate. I gave 3/4 of my total money instead. I kept 1/4 for my fare later.
To cut the story short, I made it to the interview and was offered a job today. I got in! I'm so excited and I refuse to hide it! :)
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