Some Days End Differently Than They Begin

My day started on a good note. Everything felt light—maayos ang takbo sa tindahan, okay ang vibes with the staff, kahit hindi kagandahan ang panahon dahil walang tigil ang ulan dito sa amin. Nakapag-tambay pa nga ako saglit kina Eric John dahil nanlibre si Franz ng burger. Simple moments, but they mattered.

After that, bumalik na rin ako sa store to continue watching over things. Hanggang sa makauwi ako, everything still felt calm. The ambiance was okay. Walang bigat.

But everything shifted when I got home.

I passed by my parents’ house first because my wife and kids were there earlier. The moment I stepped in, ramdam mo agad—iba ang atmosphere. The house felt dark, not just because of the poor lighting and old paint, but because of the heaviness in the air. Alam mo na agad na may problema.

The issue itself wasn’t even that big. My mom tends to think too far ahead—too advanced mag-isip—and that’s one of the things that really frustrates me about her. She tried to reason out that “mabuti na ang handa,” but the problem was about a possible two-day pause in the operation of our cockpit. Yes, that means losing money, and that hurts—but for me, that’s normal. Negosyo ‘yan. These things happen.

What I can’t stand is how she reacts. Parang lahat ng bagay sobrang stressful. Buong araw, buong gabi—stress lang ang umiikot sa isip niya. Some might say, “Baka wala lang siyang mapaglabasan,” but honestly, nakakapagod kausapin ang taong konting bagay lang, stress na agad. Nawawala na rin ang gana mong makipag-usap.

Minsan pakiramdam ko umiikot lang ang mundo sa kanya. Parang siya ang bida sa lahat ng kwento. Sa isip ko, normal procedure lang naman sa munisipyo ang maabala, pero sa kanya parang pinag-iinitan na siya, parang may galit sa kanya ang lahat. Those kinds of thoughts—doon talaga ako naiinis.

She worries too much, especially about the cockpit possibly stopping operations on Wednesdays and Fridays. She assumes things right away—kesyo kita raw sa mukha ni Papa na malungkot. But the question is, tinanong mo ba? Assumption after assumption. Masyado rin siyang pakialamera, even in things that don’t concern her. Pati kung saan bumibili ng ulam ang mga tauhan, pinapakelaman pa. As if doon sinusukat ang loyalty ng tao.

Ironically, even I don’t buy food from the canteen—anak na nga niya ako—kasi honestly, hindi talaga masarap. So why expect employees to endure it?

For me, it’s really her attitude that’s the problem. She’s a control freak. She expects everyone to follow her, as if may utang na loob ang lahat sa kanya. As if siya ang nagpapakain sa kanila—when in reality, pinagtrabahuhan naman ng mga tao ang kinikita nila. Even personal lives aren’t spared. Pati posts at myday ng iba, ino-overthink, feeling niya siya ang pinapatamaan.

She looks at people as if they’re stupid and she’s the only smart one. After all the questionable things she’s done behind people’s backs, it’s not surprising that problems come back around. What annoys me more is how she keeps repeating that “walang pera si Ate Det” just because there’s bad blood between them. Bakit kailangan ulit-ulitin? That’s where I really draw the line.

Honestly, I know her attitude won’t change. I just wish we could bond normally, have a decent conversation. Pero lahat ng lumalabas sa bibig niya—puro paninira ng iba. Even when she says something good, you can feel it’s fake. Ramdam mo naman.

Even the idea of someone being able to buy a car, she treats it as if siya lang ang may kakayahan. When in reality, sa dami ng hulugan ngayon at sa baba ng down payment, as long as may maayos kang trabaho, kaya naman.

This isn’t a post with lessons or wisdom. Gusto ko lang talaga maglabas ng sama ng loob. Punong-puno na ako ng inis. Bukas, Sunday, magkasama na naman kami sa trabaho, and I’m already worried na baka iba na naman ang ambiance, panibagong sama ng loob na naman. Nakakainis kasi nadadamay kami. Parang kapag stressed siya, dapat stressed din ang lahat.