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"Ma'am, I'm so sorry," I apologised sincerely, praying that she'd just let this one go. Aksidente kong nabitawan ang dala kong tray at nahulog ang laman nung pagkain sa kanya.
"SORRY?! THAT'S JUST IT?! SORRY?!" she exclaimed.
"Di ko po sinasadya," I explained.
She grabbed the table napkin and picked the blueberry cheesecake sitting on her lap and smashed it on my face.
Nakarinig ako ng pagsinghap mula sa mga taong napansin na ang nangyayari.
"STUPID! STUPID! INUTIL KA NA NGA, HINDI MO PA MAGAWA NG MAAYOS ANG TRABAHO MO!" she added.
Hindi na ako nakasagot.
Dahan-dahan kong tinanggal yung cheesecake mula sa mukha ko.
"Naku Ma'am, we are so sorry," humahangos na paghingi ng patawad ng manager namin. "As compensation Ma'am, your dinner will be for free."
She rolled her eyes. "It better be. Ang ta-tanga ng mga trabahanti niyo dito."
"I'm so sorry again Ma'am. I'm really sorry."
The manager turned to me. "Miss Yvaine. Kitchen please."
Agad ko silang tinalikuran para pumunta sa kusina. Pagkapasok na pagkapasok ko pa lang, napatigil silang lahat. Ramdam ko ang titig nila, pero isinantabi ko iyon.
Tahimik kong hinintay ang manager.
"MY GOD YVAINE ARE YOU TRYING TO DESTROY THIS PLACE?!" sigaw niya sakin, the moment that the kitchen doors closed.
Napayuko ako. "Sorry Ma'am."
"That's also what you said last week when you broke a dozen of glasses and plates... and a week before that when you spilled a bottle of wine all over the costumers' table... and the number of times you tripped and threw food all over the floor." She replied angrily. "I don't know what's wrong with you but I am so done putting up with you. You're fired. Leave this place immediately."
I want to put up a fight and explain my side, but I'm too exhausted to do so. What's left to explain? I will be like this forever. Paulit-ulit ko lang itong gagawin.
"Sorry po ulit. Salamat sa pagkakataong binigay niyo sakin," I said before walking past her, and towards the employee's locker. Kinuha ko lahat ng gamit ko saka naghilamos bago lumabas gamit ang back exit.
Ramdam ko ang bigat ng dibdib ko habang pinipilit na maglakad papauwi.
In the span of five years, this is the 9th job that I am fired from. The fact that this will keep on happening from now on slowly sinks in. I will find another job, and I'll get fired from it again, until I'm no longer dexterous enough to be accepted into any job... until I'm no longer same enough to apply to any possible work. From there, I will begin to rot.
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