Woke up this morning late for work. Well, not exactly "woke up late". I woke up at 6:10am to workout at the condo gym. Donned in my usual gym outfit: loose grey shirt, gym shorts, my ever-dependable Nike sneakers, and a sweat towel. Went downstairs to grab the gym keys from the guard. Lo and behold, after having to practically drag myself outta my bed, the darned keys are missing. It had to happen to me today. Argh. So went back upstairs, briefly considered doing crunches on my recently purchased gym ball...and decided to hit the sack again.
Alarm went off on time, but my ear tuned it out...so I ended up waking at around quarter till eight. Late for work. After a quick-but-still-complete-and-refreshing shower, checked my armoire and saw a single pressed long-sleeved shirt: my company barong tagalog. Shrieks and biting of the lower lip accomplished, I decided it would be too late to press another one. Thanks to the brain-killing SWOT analysis and strategic planning worksheets that I had to mull on last night, I ended up falling asleep on my laptop, not accomplishing anything...including pressing today's shirt. So I went to work wearing the barong.
Barely five seconds into the building, I got the disturbed stares from my colleagues (others actually giving comments such as "Ben? What the...? Why?!"), hedgingly saying, "Oh shit, what has the world come to?!"
Uh-uh. Even I am surprised I actually wore this. It's a Monday. I will survive (to the tune of Chantay Savage's new rendition of the same title).
Auf Wiedersehen
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