Unfathomable Sobbing Well

It was the usual morning ambiance as the my phone alarmed seven o’clock. The warmth of the knitted blanket still enveloped my shivering body, but my eyes already saw yellow light. I woke up from deep slumber, twitched, and stretched my torso.

Today is a big day.

I stood up, grabbed my towel, went to the bath room, and turned the knob of the shower. After fifteen minutes, I was done, and I found myself getting up in business attire. It was my third interview for serious internship program in a global company. I prepared much for this, and I trusted myself to do my best.

Scheduled at ten in the morning, the interview was as important as my life. Everything about my dream in the corporate world was at stake in the fifth stage of my application.

With all importance I give to my application, I still decided to attend my first class at eight. After all, academics will drive my way to earning a degree.

During class, my toes were already trembling.

Oh God, this is my interview day. I have to get there at ten o’clock.

I walked out from the class at nine, and gave my faith in the hands of the taxi driver who drove from EDSA-Ayala to G. Puyat Avenue. The HR personnel started to ring me.

“Can you make it at ten? Where are you now?” she asked.

“I’m still in Guadalupe. I guess I can make it at 10:05,” I answered.

It was a long way to Makati, but I never expected HEAVY TRAFFIC which was caused by the closing of roads in Camp Crame, EDSA. I thought that the government was preparing for a rally tomorrow in memory of the People Power. The tendency of vehicles was to take others roads, and unfortunately, they all took one same path. It was so damn traffic. It took me almost two hours to get to G. Puyat. Everything was so untimely.

She called again – I explained my side – I understood her side. She said if I arrive at 10:30, my interview would be canceled. Also she pointed out that it was supposedly my final interview, and I was in priority.

That just broke my heart.

I didn’t want them to think that I didn’t attend at all. So I told the taxi driver to push all the cars in front of us if he could do that.

God, please help me.

I made it at 10:24 in their office. I asked the person who called me if the interview would still resume, but she said no.

She just said no.

As a man, I wish I could do something, but I could not. Had I owned a helicopter, I could’ve called it in that time of disdain. But no, there was nothing I could do to save myself. I took all the mistake, and accepted that I’m wrong in the situation. I couldn’t help myself but to burst out tears.

I took the cab to go home. I found myself counting number of traffic areas I and the driver encountered. It was a Wednesday; it was midday, yet it was still traffic. It was a bad luck for me. I could see myself staring at all the vehicles converging to one point, counting the cars and greedy drivers who go out to check what was wrong on the road. I was staring at nowhere. My body got numb. My brittle eyes gave in.

Why? Why did this happen in the wrong time?

I want to smile even for a while. I want to think positive and understand everything that went wrong. There, I’m smiling. Yet, I’m falling to an unfathomable sobbing well.