Tuesday, March 01, 2005

I broke Saturday Boss’s mug.

This is what I get for my extreme exuberance in keeping his stuff germ-free. The damn mug slipped from my hands when I decided to wash it the second time around.

The handle shattered into three pieces. I was too stunned to move and all I could do was to stare in horror at the broken pieces. Then, slowly, with soapsuds in my hands, I walked out of the bathroom.

Realizing that I looked like a girl who just killed a mug, I went back and washed the soap from my hands. In my panic, I forgot that some of the pieces were still in the washbowl so it went down the pipeline.

Lying to SB had never been an option, so I found myself in a situation where I did not know how to break the news to him. Worse, when I checked my phone he had a message saying that he’s onboard a taxi and on his way to the office.

Agitated, I went from one department to another asking for advice on what to do.

As if on a cue, I saw him enter the door of the office. When he saw me, he smiled and asked me if all our pages are in. He was in a good mood. Great.

So I pulled all the friends in the office I could find—Fran, Alex and Kat—in the bathroom. I held a mini conference asking them what I could do.

I came up with the cheesy lines like: “Diba you know naman how much I love you, eh di dapat di ka magagalit sa kin?”

All of them voted against it. Besides they all thought I was overreacting. They said that they don’t think he’s shallow or mean enough to get mad at me over a mug. I had to tell them that the problem is not him, it’s me.

First of all, the mug had a photo of La Naval printed on it. I happen to know for a fact that The Lady is his patron saint. Second of all, I thought that it had a sentimental value (it did, a priest gave it to him. Has your parish priest given you any mug lately?).

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