What I get for being nice…
The people in my new condo hate me. No, these are not the residents… since there are only 4 or 5 of us in the entire building…and I haven’t met any one of them. These are the people working on the building.
The carpenters think I’m a bitch because I always give them the irritated look when they get on the elevator with me(not because I’m being a Gretchen Baretto, but because they’re always so sloooow!). The engineer hates me because I yelled at him over the phone for not doing something about the electricity after Milenyo. The building admin thinks I’m a spoiled brat because I keep giving demands (clean my bathroom! fix my lights! install my curtain rods!). The maintenance women hate me because I sweep all the dirt from my unit out to the corridor every night (because I don’t have a dust pan!) and leave my trash bags outside my door (not because I’m tamad but because it’s always dark at the garbage chute area). Even the intercom guy hates me because I screamed at him for disturbing my sleep.
So I’m very grateful that every morning, there is this one guy with a bigote who runs to help me with my bags and hails cabs for me. As in, every morning, when I step out the building, he would run to me, carry my bags, go to the middle of the street, conduct traffic, and hail me a cab.
Since I bought some extra Uraro cookies from my recent business trip to Quezon and Marinduque, I decided to give him one pack as a token of my appreciation. On the day that the building admin handed him the Uraro, I received this text message from the man with bigote:
Gd PM Mam. Mrming Mrming slamat po sa bgay nnyo po skin. Mam sna po pgpalain kyo ng buong Maykapal. Mam I mis u. Ingat po kyo plagi. I lv u.
Huwaaaattttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Creepy!!!
