first day

5:00 a.m.  Alarm clock rings.  I wake up, hits the snooze button, and falls asleep again.

6:30 a.m.  I wake with a jolt.  Shit, how many times did I hit the snooze button?  I do a 10-minute shower (which is the ultimate speed record for me!) and get dressed.

7:45 a.m.  I leave the house.  (Yes, it's actually the choosing-what-to-wear part the takes the longest!).

7:55 a.m.  I arrive at the FX terminal in Pacita and find myself standing at the end of a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong queue.  Not a single service is in sight.  Dammit.  Monday traffic.  I can't believe I'm gonna be late on my first day!  Stupid, stupid.

7:15 a.m.  An old classmate from high school arrives at the terminal.  What's her name, again? 

8:00 a.m.  Who's that guy in light blue polo?  He's cute….oh, wait, my God, my former ka-barkada from high school!  I can't believe I thought he's cute! 

8:15 a.m.  A third old classmate from high school arrives.  He used to be this pasaway student who always got called to the guidance office.  And look at him now.  Dressed up and decent, what with the brown necktie and all.  Oh how time changes everyone.  I'm sure under those glasses (which by the way doesn't conceal his eyes the way he thinks it does) he's looking at me and thinking, "Is that Koryn?  She has smaller hips now…" (more…)