his name is Rababah.
i wanted to take the bus to work tonight. but, being the considerate me, i called him before 5pm to tell him that I'll be getting on the 5pm bus. he then asked that i wait for him until 5:30pm and that we'll take the next scheduled bus.
he arrived at about 5:35pm, so we missed the 5:30pm bus. it wasn't really a big deal for me since we can always take the 6pm bus. but the bus arrived around 6:15pm, and there was no vacant seat so we had to stand during the entire trip.
but the bus kept on stopping at every bus stop it passed by, so we arrived at the bus terminal at around 6:50pm. this is where it started to annoy me.
he kept on mumbling to himself during the bus ride that we were going to be late and that we should've taken a cab. i was just an earshot away. pero since ako nga ang mas nakakaintindi, di nlang ako nag react.
so, 6:50pm, we took a cab going to the office. the driver was asked if he knew where our office was, and he said yes. we found out 5 minutes later that he had a different location in mind than what we asked him of, and that he doesn't actually know where our office is located.
we were running late, around 7pm, and Rababah started shouting at the driver, calling him stupid and other words in arabic that i don't understand. even though it was the driver's fault, he doesn't deserve to be talked at like that.
after 30 mins, and countless times that we had to stop to ask either another driver or a bystander, we finally found our way to the office. just as we were about to stop in front of the entrance, Rababah then said to me "this is your fault, Mike." "you wanted to take the bus. look now, we are very late."
believe me, i was at the backseat, and it took all my might not to strangle him using his seat-belt!
ayoko sana talagang patulan, but he kept repeating "see? we're very late. very late. this is your fault."
then what came next was "what the fuck did you say? it's my fucking fault now? first and fucking foremost, i didn't fucking drag you into taking the fucking bus with me. you fucking asked that i fucking wait for you. so don't go and fucking blame me for something that isn't my fucking fault. so, fuck you and fuck off."
i swear, I've never sworn that much in my entire life.
so i went ahead of him, but the moron tried to catch up to me, trying to apologize. apparently, the word "space" is not in his idiots guide to vocabulary. but i just ignored him and went ahead on the elevator.
once we were in the office, he was at it again, trying to apologize. so he got the "don't fucking talk to me right now. go the fuck back to your fucking desk and do your fucking job. i will fucking go there and fucking talk to you whenever i fucking want to. fuck you." response.
then he dragged his sorry ass back to his desk.
i knew right away that i was so pissed and infuriated because i didn't stutter (which i usually do when I'm upset) and the thoughts and structure of what i wanted to convey was very clear to me even before i utter them.
poor guy. until now, he sits there, waiting for me to approach him.
this is the 2nd time now. i just hope and pray that it'll be the last. and that our manager won't pair me up with him again on night shifts.
inshallah...