I got my phone and went out of the room swiftly, without paying attention to the files that were scattered because of grabbing the moments ago. A few steps from the room, I Become conscious of the files. That was my JOB, I mean, it’s the reason I have food in the fridge and the basis of my daily living. What I did was to walk off the lobby and go back to my table. I was upset when I found out the mess I created. Keeping calm was my priority when it came to business, so one by one; I sought out the papers and put them securely on the desk. I left the area afterwards. It was very cold outside. You could not see people roaming without a jacket on, or even a piece of cloth on their head; even the indigent people had their own way of keeping their bodies warm. I walked on, pushing myself to keep going despite the cold I’d felt since the last time I left the building. The rain fell down, at last. I was so lucky, maybe, because I brought my umbrella that day, which was an unusual thing for me to do. Two more steps and I could ride the jeepney. I was anxious to go home. I was hungry and at the same time tired. I turned away from the terminal and back to the wet, rain washed outside the world… nothing but gray. Somewhere in the distance, a bolt of lightning illuminated for a split second in the otherwise indistinguishable sky. I wondered what I did to make everything hate me.