The day before yesterday, two collectors from our blasted TV cable provider went to our apartment to disconnect the line. We haven’t paid them for some time. It’s their fault, said The Spouse. They failed to send us the bills on time. This blasted TV cable company has been harassing us with disonnection notices and visits these past few weeks, and so The Spouse had been on a war with them. Nonetheless, I told her, in the end they’d win; we really owe them money. And so that day, they did arrive, but at an inopportune time. Me and The Spouse came from the office, and were both drunk. We were already in the bathroom with Krystal who we picked up at school. I was already eager to feel the warmth of her flesh afterwards. But those bastards arrived. The Spouse’s tipsiness suddenly transformed into rage. The next thing I know, I was already lying on the bathroom floor, eager not to puke (man, I’ve never been drunk like that for quite some time). My wifey was already on her way out to pay the bills, but not after giving the disconnecting assholes a piece of her drunken mind.
Blasted cable company thinks they’re the best in our town. Bah, humbug! Actually, by standards, they are. Damn. But after booting out Jack TV and its associate channels, I rarely use it save for occasional TVE programming that’s beginning to become a bore — that freakin’ channel’s got nothing interesting during the day but boring news and anchorwomen with bad hair. Only Jack TV offers up-to-date episodes of my favorite TV programming of all time: World Wrestling Entertainment! Been watching it since I was uncircumcised. Now I’m searching for another company in our dirty trying-to-be-urban provincial town which offers McMahon’s twisted concept.
If I ever find an alternative company which offers Jack TV, TVE, EWTN, and Nickelodeon and Disney Channel for the kids, then it’s bye-bye for good to our blasted cable company which doesn’t give a hoot of a recognition to its loyal patrons.
Now that it has been settled, I move on to yesterday. Hurray! Our water was disconnected! We were caught by surprise, but The Spouse was at fault; she forgot that it was already due! The man who was sent by our water supplier refused to accept payment, nor did he allow wifey’s excuse that she’d pay it right at that moment. He said that orders are orders. He still went on with the disconnection.
We sent the maid to the main office to have the bills paid. She texted back, saying that it requires a P300 reconnection fee. Blast it! And the main office wasn’t even that near our place. It was nearly four in the afternoo. And the dishes from lunch weren’t even done yet. And my kids are running around like rats, with foodstuff in their mouth and hands all over the floor – my wife is very finicky; she has OCD (which in time I also acquired from her), so that for us is a big problem.
After that has been taken care of, wifey decided to settle our Meralco bill as well, sending off our maid to a nearby office. She brought with her more than P3,000 grand.
After around an hour, which was unusually long because the office was very near our place, she went back on the verge of tears.
She was victimized by the notorious hypnotists/robbers: budól-budól gang! I will not jot down how our stupid maid was victimized. Anyway, I couldn’t understand her explanation since her Tagalog’s halting and convoluted (perhaps due to nervousness or her being Visaya).
How nice, ¿no?. Yesterday was such an “awesome” day. Now we only have around P500 left. And my salary’s due to arrive this Tuesday (still far away). I tried to cry it all out but couldn’t. I tried to get some sleep as well since I have work later that night. But all I did was recite and memorize Nick Joaquín’s jazz chant Consumerismo with Krystal. Kept on grabbing books, browsing, and then skipping on the floor. Looking out of the door towards the darkened streets. Don’t know what to do. Wanted to write, nor read to say the least. But so agitated and restless I was. I grabbed me a glass of Coke to avoid hypotension.
Sigh. We keep on losing money. We occasionally lose them to a couple of lowlifes (pickpockets, etc), A few years ago, the people tending to our upstart piggery tricked us out of our hard-earned money. Now this. Now this? Is this all part of “you reap what you sow?” Goodness gracious, I just don’t know how to react.
Such an aspiring artist I make with such a disastrous day like that. Oh boy. What’s next?
