Tomorrow afternoon, right. But today, for me - well, in me - the storm has already arrived, which in actuality is a violent tempest, raging as I wake up at 10:15 am with a hangover, saying the Lord's name in vain (Oh my God! fuckfuckfuck!) because the staff meeting in Makati started at 10. I check my mobile phone and see a text message from the deputy bozz: "Where you? GT's talking about your stuff." So I reply, "Running late. Sorry. On my way there."
On my way there, right; on my way to the banyo more likely. I was imagining deputy bozz's eyebrows akin to two lighting rods clashing against each other, and the lecture he'll give - an endless downpour of words about work ethics. Baah. I leave at 10:45 after the quickest shower in history, arrive at UCC Fort at 11 (by some miraculous twist of fate, traffic was extremely light) and find that my officemates - supposedly united in our vision to help improve our country's competitiveness in Science and Technology - are talking about...acupuncture. What the. When GT saw me, his face broke into a smile as he said, "Right on time. I was telling them that my wife could give all of you acupuncture sessions. You know what, if you let her stick needles into your ears, you'll lose your addiction and will finally be able to quit smoking."
Quit smoking, right. Who said I even wanted to quit? The effects of my vice - now, that's a storm I wish would never come. Hehe. And needles in my ears? No way, sir!
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