The series of bad luck still continues. And hopefully it will end tomorrow. I don’t really believe in bad luck, until they came in to my life. I am not sure what I did. Oh, wait. I know what I did to deserve this. I am such a mean person. I put down people a lot, and I treat my brother Ed really, really awful.
Bad luck#1: At my job, I always get the lowest possible score in the team. They all blamed it on my conversational skills (or lack of), so they enrolled me to Soft Skills Training. It’s like the “Biology 101″ in universities if you’re taking up nursing or pre-med. My trainer would be Vikram, the large Indian guy with the worst possible accent (I had a hard time in training because I couldn’t understand him).
Bad luck#2: I just overheard my team manager talking behind my back on the day before my birthday. It was so nasty. I just let it go, because I don’t want to ruin my mood, but it still did. Sigh.
Bad luck#3: During the band practice (the day before my birthday), the amps that I use for piano slash keyboards was missing. It turned out that Rjo took it home. I’d like to complain, but I found out that he has the every right to take it home because he owns it.
Bad luck#4: The day before my birthday, it’s raining very hard. I was in the mood to walk, but I couldn’t. Rain was enough to get me wet (n’ wild, haha).
Bad luck#5: The band director seemed to forgot that it was the day before my birthday, and didn’t do our traditions for celebrants. Or he was simply not acknowledging it because he doesn’t like me: one reason could be his past with my brother (he’s one of his disciples who went “baah baah black sheep” on him). Or he simply doesn’t like me because I was the inferior keyboardist.
Bad luck#6: Cathy didn’t show up at church on my birthday. I was counting on her to attend to the pre-encounter party. But she didn’t.
Bad luck#7: I had the worst case of head ache during my birthday, so I missed my SOL classes. As a result, Janine nagged on me. Sigh.
Bad luck#8: During my birthday. I’d like to eat whatever I wanted and as much as I can, but I couldn’t because I was broke.
Bad luck#9: My brother Ed didn’t wish me a happy birthday. Instead, he yelled at me when I asked him where he was headed.
Bad luck#10: It breaks my heart that I yelled at my mother when she talked to me about what happened between me and Ed. It’s like, I was picking a fight with her, but she was so patient with me. That made me guilty.
Bad luck#11: Period started during my birthday, so I got cramps the next day.
Bad luck#12: Someone at work filed a case against me for insubordination. You know, it’s because I didn’t freakin’ submit that stupid tracker they requiring. I am starting to hate the person.
Bad luck#13: I was late for work in 3 consecutive days because of the horrible traffic we have in the country.
Bad luck#14: There’s a glitch in my payroll. I’m missing two days, and my manager said that she’ll manually enter it. When they say “manual” it means it’ll be on the next pay period. I so hate my job.
Bad luck#15: I got another nagging session from Janine because I was late for cell group.
Bad luck#16: I attended the case hearing, and I don’t have anything to say except for “guilty and no comment,” which HR considered as “lack of interest with the job or company” and therefore, thinking about firing me. Whatever. And that horrible HR lady reminded me of a piranha. You know, that fish exists, but doesn’t have anything good to do. And really, she looked like a bit of piranha to me, too, especially the mouth part.
Bad luck#17: My mom told me to invite my friends over for a post birthday party this Sunday. Surprisingly, I invited over 30 friends (my friends multiply if they know I’m throwing party), and then learned that I’m the one to pay for it. Well, I could use the catering, but still, I have to buy the food and other stuff for the party.
Bad luck#18: Amongst that 30 people, I invited someone I don’t like, out of courtesy, and I can’t figure out a way how to “uninvite” her.
Bad luck#19: Out of impulsiveness, I invited some of my colleagues whom I’ve know for a long time, and understand what I’m going through. And now, I decided that I don’t want anyone from my job to know where I live, I can’t find a way to uninvite them. Sigh.
Bad luck#20: Everyone hates me because I’m a mean person.
