Another day in the office, it’s a good one actually. Working on a different environment for the second time around this year is a blessing for me. Sadness fell because it’s the last day of my supervisor at work. She’s been really, really good to me even though we only knew each other for two months. But that’s office life, some will come and some will go. It’s a vicious cycle and the outcome is very inevitable. Good luck to your future endeavors Stephanie, may the force be with you always.
After the client meeting, I started working on my tasks that piled up, thanks to the long weekend. I have to finish them in a short span of time.
To concentrate on the tasks at hand I listened to classical music and started playing Mozart. His concerto is one of the best background music when working. I take a sip on my coffee and work my way on the reports.
Then one message came through to my phone. The friend zone is welcoming me back inside. Being the stupid ass that I am, I didn’t get the first time she said that it’s not possible, as the conversation progress, I started to realize that the ship has sailed and only a fool would try to continue. The fool that I am, I tried to continue but to no avail.
Chopin’s Op. 27, No. 1 in C sharp minor. Larghetto starts to play in the background. I feel the soft touch of melancholy in every caress of the pianist on the piano. It’s very sad. I feel like staring on my own drama scene where I got dumped by the girl I tried to woo. True to the very atmosphere of what’s currently happening to me at the moment, you might imagine the sad scene.
I’m a veteran of heartbreaks; I’ve experienced a lot of it; the what-ifs and the one that got away. I’ve experienced it all, from hell and back again.
As Chopin continues to play, the time flow slow for me, I remember all of the times that I let my guard down. From the time my hair is all black, to being long hair, dreadlocks up to the present where my hair is almost gray. It’s been a long time, so many heartaches a lot of stupid love shit happened to me. This pain is nothing compared to what I have endured in the past. I keep telling that to myself. Chopin’s Op. 37, No. 1 in G minor. Lento plays in the background. The sadness continues.
I have to continue working because I have a deadline to beat. I keep it at the back of my head, focusing on what matters at the moment, the tasks. I need to finish these reports or my client will chew me out.
Break time starts; I went down and have a smoke. I bought cup noodles because my food is not that good and I need some energy to continue working. Coffee cannot save me from hunger and sadness; I need something to consume other than coffee.
To take away my mind from what’s been bothering me. I talked to my colleague about politics. Its funny politics saved me for a while from being consumed by sadness.
After the long talk about politics and other things in life with my colleagues. I went back to my station. Once again, sadness is there, and also the pending tasks waiting for me and saying. “Welcome back stupid. Time is running out gotta finish us before the end of your shift.” Yeah, I need to finish them, and continued playing Chopin’s Op. 62, No. 2 in E major. Lento.
After two hours of battling with the deadline, I finally finished the two reports. It took me a lot of time to collate them and compile them into a report. I need to learn how to use Google’s Data Studio to make my life easier next time.
Time to go home, Chopin’s masterpiece still rings in my head alongside the thought of being friend zoned. God damn it they jive well in my head.
I went out of the office and light up another stick before going home. Probably the best time to forget and kill some brain cells to help me forget, hitting the cigarette while walking towards the parking lot.
Started the engine of my bike and drove it out of the parking lot.
Chopin’s Op. posth in C minor plays in my head as I ride home.