"Penitencia"
It's a Maundy Thursday and here I am toiling away alone at the office. It's bad enough that I am working while the rest of the country are either enjoying their much-deserved summer vacation or recharging their spiritual batteries in reminiscing the sufferings of Jesus Christ. What's worse is that I am doing this involuntarily, and without overtime pay at that.
You see, I work for the Philippine office of a global multinational, whose regional managers demand to receive their reports on the dot and do not tolerate "excuses" (like holidays).
So is this the cross I have to bear? Is there a payoff somewhere at the end? I feel like Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, agonizing over his situation. No doubt, anyone from my company who reads this will not feel offended over my near-blasphemy, as they are all agnostics. My boss himself admitted that he does not belong to nor recognize any religion.
Well, they may not admit it, but they seem to belong to one cult -- the cult of corporate profitability.
I'm hungry, tired, and miserable. I wanna go home.
