Forget Me Not
I am a good person. At least I think so. I always believe in the good in people. I have faith in a person’s goodness until he proves otherwise. I think I’m kind. I think I’m compassionate. I think I’m helpful. I mean, unlike some people, I wanted to become a diplomat because I actually, genuinely, sincerely, honestly believe in peace and that I had something to contribute to promote it. I donate to charity twice a year. I stand by my friends. I make sure things are fair as far as I could. I like goodwill. So yeah, I think I’m a good person.
Usually, that is.
Sometimes, I question it. There have been a few occasions where I doubted my goodness. I mean really doubted it. They say we all have an evil bone inside of us. And now, the following few posts are some incidents in which I felt that it was the only bone I have left.
I moved in to my condo building more than a year ago. In my first few months living here, there was a particular guard stationed at the entrance of our tower who always blocked me from entering, asking for my ID and the my unit number. In the first several days, I let it go. After all, it was normal. But then, months into my contract, he still continued doing it and it had become the most annoying thing. It’s also the way he would talk to me, usually with a condescending, almost accusatory tone and without an ounce of courtesy, as though I’m out to steal from the tenants or something.
One night, I was supposed to meet Shy Guy. It was our seventh monthsary and I asked him to accompany me to Boni High Street for I needed to claim something important and work-related. We decided to meet at Shangri-La Plaza and then proceed to the Fort. The funny thing was, I forgot my claim stub at home and I wouldn’t get the document I needed without it. It ruined my mood. I had to go back to our unit to get it.
Pissed for the time and energy wasted, I went back only to be blocked by the same guard. So I snapped. I yelled at him, as in really yelled at him. “OH MY GOD!!! HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU HAVE TO ASK FOR MY ID AND MY ROOM NUMBER?!?!?! I’VE BEEN LIVING HERE FOR THREE MONTHS NOW AND EVERY FREAKIN’ DAY FOR THREE MONTHS YOU’D ASK FOR THEM!!! HOW LONG SHOULD IT TAKE YOU TO RECOGNIZE MY PIMPLY FACE?!? I MEAN, ISN’T THAT PART OF YOUR JOB? REMEMBER FACES? SO YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO INCONVENIENCE TENANTS EVERY SINGLE TIME WE COME HOME?!?!”
It was the last time I was asked for my ID. That guard treated me politely since then. But every time I see him, I feel guilty for the things I said to him. I shouldn’t have yelled at him. I shouldn’t have embarrassed him. I shouldn’t have threatened him.
I felt incredibly guilty that whenever I see him, I greet him with a smile.
BAD KA! LOL
haha i knoooow
I think he’s one of those guards who associate faces with varying degrees of bitchiness. Sad to say, you weren’t bitchy enough, until you lost your cool. Haha. That ought to make him remember you! Don’t feel guilty! 😛
hahaha binigyan ko pa nga sya ng food once, sobrang guilt. LOL
Sakin keri lang yan. You’re not that bad. Wehehehe.
haha mas evil ka naman pala saken 😛
baka naman like ka nya! sure kang room number ask nya hindi phone?
ang harsh mo! bad ka! haha
true true truelaloo
It’s never too late to offer an apology. Or at least, that’s what I’ve learned. =)
ay, ayoko magsorry hahahaha
ok lang. when i was renting a condo unit (a year ago), the guards recognized me rin. they should.
Ang taray! Pero panalo!
hala ka!!! sort of being evil nga..siguro HIGHBLOOD ka lang nung panahon na yun.. 😉
You did the right thing. I wpuild have done the same and even more than that. I would ahve slapped his face with my id.
He deserves it for not only being stupid but irresponsible.
Don’t ever feel guilty for such persons.
And I will not aologize. He should know better.
ayoko na sa’yo bad ka.. hehe.. joke lang…
ok lang yan.. atleast nasabi mo sa kanya yung dapat mong sabihin at
pangonsensya… ginagawa niya lang trabaho niya ano ka ba? bigyan mo siya ng chocolate at kausapin ng mahinahon at say sorry.. hehe..
lam ko na kung san ka nakatira… nyahaha… wag ka mag alala di kita haharangin para itanong kung nasan ang id mo at anong room no. tatanong ko na lang kay manong guard.. nyahaha…
Parang hindi naman ganon ka bad ginawa mo. Kailangan lang turuan ng leksyon si Manong Guard. =D
Tama lang yan.. good people sometimes really bitch around! hahaha!
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