what the?
I erased most guys numbers who I dated -- as if, dalawa pa lang naman, so normally I don't take calls from numbers I don't know -- which has been a lot lately (I wonder if it's a coincidence that people have just been dialing the wrong number... but I get voice mail hahaha! Labo).
Diana, remember the Irish-whatever guy -- I forgot his name (I'm so forgetful), he's been reappearing. But he's confused thinking the law school was a waste and his parents pressure him too much -- and that's huge T-R-O-U-B-L-E!
MANAGER BLUE
Anyway, last month, I come into the lobby -- the manager of our building follows me to the elevator, I think he "accidentally" bumps into me (I was on the phone). Ever since then I've been getting calls from different numbers (maybe different people?).
But since the rentz arrived, I answer calls from unknown numbers (since they call me through their friends phones -- I MISS MOM! :( She hasn't called me in 4 days now). Ark! I knew I shouldn't have answered it as soon as I saw 202 (DC area code) -- but assumed it was some aunt of mine. But the building manager calls me.
Him: Hey, Erika!
Me (constraint voice): Who is this?
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Me (scared, thinking I had done something wrong): Oh! How are you? Is something wrong (about the apartment)?
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Me (tired voice): I've been really busy.
Him (change of tone): Why have you been really busy?
Me: Finals.
Him: I've been busy too. What else?
(Putang ina! What do you care? Why you give me fucking attitude! If only you weren't our building manager!)
Me: I'm flying off next week, and I'll be GONE THE WHOLE SUMMER (politely emphasizing)
* He slams phone. Was he on something??? Did I miss something? HOW DID HE GET MY NUMBER??? Isn't that confidential? He can't call me if it's not about the apartment... I can file a law suit right?
Ark, the nerve. Anyway, back to aral.
Diana, remember the Irish-whatever guy -- I forgot his name (I'm so forgetful), he's been reappearing. But he's confused thinking the law school was a waste and his parents pressure him too much -- and that's huge T-R-O-U-B-L-E!
MANAGER BLUE
Anyway, last month, I come into the lobby -- the manager of our building follows me to the elevator, I think he "accidentally" bumps into me (I was on the phone). Ever since then I've been getting calls from different numbers (maybe different people?).
But since the rentz arrived, I answer calls from unknown numbers (since they call me through their friends phones -- I MISS MOM! :( She hasn't called me in 4 days now). Ark! I knew I shouldn't have answered it as soon as I saw 202 (DC area code) -- but assumed it was some aunt of mine. But the building manager calls me.
Him: Hey, Erika!
Me (constraint voice): Who is this?
-----
Me (scared, thinking I had done something wrong): Oh! How are you? Is something wrong (about the apartment)?
-----
Me (tired voice): I've been really busy.
Him (change of tone): Why have you been really busy?
Me: Finals.
Him: I've been busy too. What else?
(Putang ina! What do you care? Why you give me fucking attitude! If only you weren't our building manager!)
Me: I'm flying off next week, and I'll be GONE THE WHOLE SUMMER (politely emphasizing)
* He slams phone. Was he on something??? Did I miss something? HOW DID HE GET MY NUMBER??? Isn't that confidential? He can't call me if it's not about the apartment... I can file a law suit right?
Ark, the nerve. Anyway, back to aral.