I woke up this morning and started the usual morning ritual. I went straight to the computer, logged in World of Warcraft, and began planning my day ahead: grab breakfast before having a cup of coffee, check the Auction House, gather herbs etc. Typical ho-hum day where I may or may not go to the office.
When I logged onto my mage, the end of the world had begun. Doomsday has arrived. We were on the disastrous path to Armageddon. Are those arks built yet? Do we have 1 male and 1 female of every species on that ark? Did the man playing the role of Noah keep in mind NOT to include mosquitoes, flies, cockroaches, rapists, pedophiles, murderers, promiscuous men, promiscuous women, religious extremists, Vicente Sotto III and every other sanctimonious bastard on the arks?
“You have 15 minutes left on your game time.”
Oh. My. God.
That was a 2-month game card. Those 2 months seemed like weeks. I was still hyped up on my new mage after not-so-regretfully removing my other characters. In 2 days, I got that mage up to level 29. I was running out of things to do with my level 90 Tauren Warrior (raiding, filling up the Valor Point cap, planting crops), so when I decided to go full time with an Undead Mage, I got all excited. I got rid of my paladin, shaman, and hunter for that mage. Now that sacrifice feels a bit hollow.
Then I woke up my brother at 5:30 in the morning just to tell him about the gravity of the situation.
“Kuya Tim. Kuya Tim. Kuya Tim. 15 minutes na lang pala oras natin sa WoW!”
All he told me was, “Oh sige, go lang!”
That would certainly just lift your spirits up to Cloud Nine, won’t it?
Faced with an imminent choice of purchasing another 2-month card worth P1400 or curling up into a fetal position and sobbing like a little girl, I decided to suck it up and move on.
I took the hint; it was time to get a job. The only thing my boss has been asking of me is my resume. It’s been in front of me the whole time I was trying to make something out of my vacation, and I was taking it for granted. 2 days away from Christmas break, this is some pretty last minute shit. And I thank God for slapping me in the face before the opportunity slides out of my dirty, irresponsible little hands.
So here I am in the office. My resume’s printed out, my picture stapled on it, and it’s on my boss’s desk awaiting review (or rejection, we don’t know, it’s 2012). She just happens to be in a workshop at the moment, so the future is still uncertain.
Stay tuned for more bad decisions making good stories/stories.