It’s another month, therefore another birthday lunch celebration. J didn’t go to the office today, that’s why an hour before lunch time, I’m already having an anxiety as to what the hell to do. Should I ditch it? Should I pretend dead? Should I just go and just leave my soul somewhere?
Ten mins later, R tapped me on the shoulder apparently inviting me or giving me a signal that it’s time to go. I stayed though and pretend I didn’t hear anything or that I didn’t get whatever he’s trying to say. Suddenly, people were standing from their workstations, preparing to go out while I’m still stuck on my seat, undecided as to what to do while my loud music is banging in my ears separating me from reality. I decided that if someone asked me again to go, then I’ll go but at the same time I’m trying to be so small and invisible that they won’t be able to notice my absence. They didn’t see me though.
Thirty minutes after they were all gone, I received a Skype message and a call asking me where I am. Those bitches! Of course I’m in the f*ckin office. I never thought I’ll get slightly hurt just because they forgot about me. But I’m fine in a general conscientious because I managed to stay out of the disaster. I don’t want to spend my lunch in those familiar awkwardness. I would rather dine in here with my packed lunch in solitude. Did I think I miss something? I don’t think so. Well let’s see till they’re here coz it’s definitely a series of awkward exchange of me telling them I’m definitely okay.