Well, yesterday was one of those sucky days, you know? Not too bad, just...it sucked. Boredom and the realization that you will NOT get a fucking raise, never, ever again, in this fucking company, for as long as I'm stuck with this bullshit job title known as "Auxiliar Administrativo"(and according to our good-for-nothing syndicate we're affiliated, my current salary is the so-called "teto" for such an "occupation" - meaning, EVERYONE else got a raise, but me.), even though I AM NOT such a thing, at least in theory, since now I am working full-time on IT, but will they change this so-called "occupation"? To give me more money? NO. They will fucking NOT. And the reasons? I have no idea other than the fact that either I don't deserve an "status upgrade", with the proper salary, or that they're just a bunch of fucking CHEAP bastards. So, another time, thanks a lot, O my Owner and Boss, Heir to the Empire.
I know. He still helps me with the ridiculously overpriced treatment with the Dr Miracle-worker, that has inddeed been improved my life, even though my last visit there has left me in a bankrupt state - for I bought whatever meds I was already taking, BEFORE the last appointment, which added two meds to my daily drug cocktail. One of them, Stabil, I don't have to worry buying for a while, for the good doctor provided me with a LOT of free samples, but the other, Socian, goes for 70 bucks a box, and I'll need 4 boxes of it. Add that to the fact that he increased my Parnate intake, making me in need of buying fucking SIXTEEN boxes of them a month, and the lithium, and Pamelor...it will all add up to something around 800 bucks a month, or so I calculated, give it or take 30-50 bucks.
So I was already concerned, as I left my house in the dead hours of morning, to catch the 5:30 AM bus, and when I came to the crossroads near my house...there was a single, empty bottle of Stella Artois beer. I figured, maybe this is one of the cheapest attempts to do a "macumba", to steal my "mojo," or "juju", whatever. I left it alone. It'd be probably picked up by somebody, I dunno.
I came to the office, and it was this dull day, where fucking nothing happens, my IT boss and the other "big cheese" boss of accounts, they were traveling to São Gotardo, to do whatever. I don't really care. And since now I do have an actual colleague on my office, Valquiria, who is doing that dreadful thing I was in charge of for at least an year and a half, scanning documents, I was left with nothing to do. Well, I did try to aid someone in the accounts dept., who was not being able to log on remotely to a server, but I failed and failed and failed, until a consultant guy from the company that is in charge of maintaining our ERP software, sat there and solved the thing in 2 seconds. I stood there, feeling like this fucking useless tool, good-for-nothing piece of shit. No wonder they won't "promote me."
So, the day dragged on slowly, and when I finally punched my way outta there card, and entered the elevator, there were seven people along. As we reached the "Terreo" - the elevator seemed to have stopped in a weird way, from what I felt. Yeah, you guessed. It was stuck. The doors wouldn't open. And immediatelly, all women inside went on a panic. For fuck's sake, I told them, we're on the earth floor, no need for panicking, but they were frantic. Pressing the alarm button to no end, and "getting outta breath," you know how women easily goes int these panic states in such occasions. Me and Franklin, the other guy who works on accounts were about to force the doors, but the doorman opened them as we were about to pry them open. All women fled, like it was gonna explode or something.
And as I walking down to my bus stop, it started to rain, but only a light shower, so I didn't even bother to get my umbrella. But someting else was amiss. The traffic, seemed too jammed for a January's wednesday afternoon, 5 PM. By the time I reached the bus stop, the rain started to fall on heavily. And from the distance...I heard the source of the traffic's problem.
Ther was a fucking PROTEST somewhere up. A voice, that I can't no longer ignore, for I've heard it on EVERY damn protest that surges off from where we work, almost every fucking year, may it be teachers, doctors of the state or wahetever, that fucking voice is always yelling at the protesters, leading them on. A woman's voice. A voice that I will hate forever. Last year, it was quite peaceful on the "protest" scenario, because we - "we" as in fucking brazillians, presnt writer not included, please - had something to "worry" about - "the ill-famed, ridiculous "Pão e Circo 2014", AKA World Cup. And it was also an "ellection" year, so no one would get anything from the government, so there were no protests.
Well, this year has gotten on its wrong foot, again. I'm betting I'll be hearing that damned voice from time to time, since "Praça da Assembleia", not too far from where I work is ground zero for such damned, fucking things. As I waited for the bus, smoking a fag, the rain turned into a brief but powerful storm, and I thought to myself, "Good. Soak those motherfuckers!"
My bus came, after quite some time, because of the fucker voice and whatever they were "fighting" against, and I setep inside. As we passed the "Secretaria de Saúde Pública" building, there they were - and there SHE was.
Now I KNOW not only the face behind the voice, I knoe the WHOLE person. As if you could call that THING a person. No wonder tha fucking bitch makes a "living" screaming bullshit through a microphone, she's FAT, SHORTY, and on top of that, FUCKING HIDEOUS. I took a looong, good look at the fucking bitch. Because, if I see her on her own on the street, an "accident" may happen to her. "She jumped into traffic, officer! In front of my eyes!"
I swear, if all those meds on me weren't working, I'd maybe stuck my head out of the bus window and scream all kinds of profanities against not only the fucking BITCH herself, but at all the fuckers moaning against the government? You have a lousy paycheck? Well, take a loot at MINE, you fucking pieces of shit!!!
So I got off the bus, and as I got to the crossroads I previously mentioned...there it was STILL, the fucking Stella bottle.
I suck at fottbal(Soccer for north americunts), but never have I before took such a perfect kick like the one I gave to that fucking bottle. It bounced once, and smashed in a billion bits. The gatekeeper on that street gave me a mean look, then quickly looked away, because my face - I guess - must have been one scary thing to look at, a mix of anger, mischief, and evil grin.
So ends the tale of lone beer bottle. If it was "cursed", fcuk that too - I'm already cursed as the way I am right now; for one thing i forgot to mention, it's highly probable that I'll be earning even LESS money, because the bus fares went up, so, I must conclude the paycut will be higher too.
Fuck my life. As that bottle. And the fucking protestor bitch.
