I've got a bruise! Damn those stiletto shoes I wore yesterday! I fell on the jeepney as I about to ride in. Shameless as I was that time, all I said was 'ay nasangit!', sat and acted like nothing happened. All the passengers just looked at me but I didn't mind them. It was when I came home that I realized that the incident was a shame. I just laughed out loud.
The Culprit
Yesterday was I think my worst day. I had a schedule for a membership orientation in the morning in the office and an interview in the afternoon for a maritime job opportunity. I am in my business attire: green striped-blouse, black slacks, and a 3-inches stiletto heels. A couple of people said I looked beautiful. (But the day didn't end that way, *sigh!)
As I have finished working with all the documents in the office and ready to head for an interview at 2pm, many clients approached my table and heeded for my assistance. Won't all these people stop coming?! It seems the time won't let me go to the interview." I became tensed. Conscious of the time. I have to attend to my office responsibilities before I go out and attend to my personal plan that may dictate my future. But how could I escape from the office when people unceasingly seeks me? Whew! Thank God my officemate/friend approached me and offered her help. (and thank God my boss allowed mewith a 1-minute permission before I left hehe) I left the office without a makeup, a combed hair and a fragrance. 'I'll do it in the taxi then', I told myself.
Okay, I was able to leave the office @ 2:30PM so I will be able to catch up for an interview until 4PM. I stepped into the interviewing company @ 2:50PM, approached the staff to inform that I came as I have been told. They measured my height and weight. I sat and wait for my name to be called. As I was waiting, I rolled my eyes on the 4 corners of the room and read what were posted. Minimum height requirement: 5'4". I didn't mind. They might have other positions for my height. They called me again for a height measurement. I waited an hour before I was finally called for an interview not knowing what positions they were hiring. Not surprised, they really were looking for a 5'4" woman to be a Casino Dealer (not my line anyway). I was not depressed nor was I ashamed as I left their office. It's really not a job for me, I whispered.
No taxi in site so I walked and decided to ride a jeepney. As I was waiting, a girl infront of the jeepney I hailed smiled at me. She was a teacher in the company I worked, a recognition from the second look I made. The jeepney stopped and off I went at the back to get in. As I stepped in, my stiletto heels slipped on my slacks and poof! I was nailed down. My right hand and knees dropped on the floor and my left buttock hit the seat. I got up, sat, and paid my fare, like nothing happened. It was a surprising incident/ accident/ clumsiness because I did not feel any shame. All I felt was a little pain on my left buttock. Little by little passengers were gone. I feel a bit relieved. They don't know me anyway so what's the point. hehe
I stopped at BDO to pay for my credit card bill. I was near the teller when they advised that the bank was offline. We waited a few minutes before it went back to normal. I settled my bill and off I went home. I hailed a jeepney and the same thing happened again. I fell down a second time.Am I being punished? For what? Damn those shoes! slacks! interview! If not for the interview I would not be wearing those business attire. I would not be wearing those heels which I have not worn for a couple of months now. (these are a few of my realizations when I got home) But I have not felt shame nor any feeling that moment. And when I was walking home, I almost had an ankle strain because of a stone. Thank God I was able to manage th
e walk.I fin'ly got home with an uninjured body, (less the red swollen line on my buttock). But on the second day, it looked like this -------------> I took a picture a to have a memoir of the incident. Just got no luck! :(
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