Space for Brabus

Lately, I’ve drowned myself to deep into Excel…thus, I feel the need to write (not that I’m a good writer, but more like I have the need to rant and rave in writings).

Anyhow, one of my pet peeves in Indonesia is the bathroom queue.  In the States, Singapore, and I’m pretty sure other civilized countries, people form one line to get into the bathroom stalls. So when a stall becomes available, the next girl will get her turn. It’s just that simple, not to mention fair. 

But in Indonesia, it’s like gambling at a casino.  First, you have to choose which stall you want to queue for…so if the girl inside is taking her sweet time (you know how the girls are in the restroom), well, good luck to you.  Then, if other stall becomes available, then you can’t use that one, even though you have been waiting for the goddamn door to open for 30 minutes, while the other girl who queues at the next stall just got there like 3 seconds ago.

And of course, this is not only limited to the restroom queue.  This also applies to the gym showers.  I mean come on, I am tired and sweaty and I just want to go home…thus I need to shower.  I don’t care if you are only wearing a towel or nothing at all.  I don’t care if you are cold or feeling tired having all your things hanging out in the open (Hey, that was your choice after all, don’t blame me for that).  I was there first.  So when a shower opens up, that should be my turn or whoever is next in line.  But no, there is no such courtesy in Indonesia, much less Jakarta.

Queueing should be a discipline, not a gamble.  I can accept it when you have to choose which cash registers to queue for in the department or groceries stores…or at the buffet line…or at the movie theaters.  But restroom queue should not be a gamble.  It’s bad enough that you really have to go, you don’t need to fight for your luck there too.

There’s always a lot of what ifs with the one that got away, just like today…His mere presence was able to make me think: What did I do wrong? Would it made a difference if I did such and such? Did I blow a perfect chance?

I guess He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named still occupies a little space in my heart (and brain?)

Sigh…I blame the over-exposed, over-commercialized, over-anticipated Valentine’s Day for this.

What a week!

Things have been really shitty this past week.  First, I broke one of my shoes’ heels at the office.  Remember the mentos’ ads where the girl broke her heel? Yup, something like that. 

Second, it has been a wet week for Jakarta.  Rain was like pouring from the sky…and everything was leaking, from my house to my office.  Strange but true, there were 3 leaks at the office’s roof and, of course, all of those leaks have to be at my cubicle.  Go figure!!

Last but not least, I felt like I totally disappointed my boss.  I supposed to have a model (the financial one, not the fashion one) ready by friday…and I just could not finish it. Damn it! You definitely know you are not performing well when your boss asked you "Are you frustrated with the model?"

So anyways, I thought the week is finally over.  Please God, let me relax, I prayed.  But of course, there’s no such thing.  Rain brings all short of things, including flood and despairs.  The worst one happened yesterday, where Jakarta was flooded.  There was water everywhere.  Yesterday, I left my office at 6 pm and arrived home at 2 am…8 hours ride home for something that usually only takes 1 hour, the most.  Thank God my house is ok…and at least those people at the PLN have the decency to shut down power at 3 am, after I finished taking my shower.  Last night was the first nite ever in Jakarta where I can sleep with a blanket, without turning on the air conditioner, and I didn’t sweat at all.

I hope next week will be better…otherwise…