The number 32

The cool air greets me as i walk out of the elevator. I think to myself, "Ah! the 32nd floor." "Good morning sir!", the guard forces a smile from his face. "Good morning." He gives me my proxy card and I proceed to my desk. "Teet toot teet", keypad of the proxy sensor chimes as i enter my PIN. I swing the door open. The lights are still off its just 7:40 in the morning. The floor is illuminated by the faint daylight peircing through the thick blinds that cover the office windows. I quickly make my way to my desk, logon to the PC and check my mail, "hmm! no email yet." It wasn't surpising. I put down my old backpack on the space beside my PC. The tune on Ironman by Black Sabbath starts to play in my mind as i reach for my mobile phone to text my fiance that i arrived at the office safely. No reply from her. She is probably tired from talking to insurance customers all night. I think to myself, "Maybe she is already asleep. Sweet dreams sweetheart.", as though she would be able to hear me through mental telepathy.

My stomach struggles for something to grind. I dont eat breakfast on weekdays. I stand up as the lights turn on - 8:00 o'clock. I suddenly remember, "I have to buy that fiber supplement. maybe i wont feel hungry after drinking that." I make my way down to the lobby. I buy juice from mini stop and quickly make my way to Watsons to buy the fiber supplement - Php 28.50 in total...not bad.

I walk to the elevators slowly. I hear footsteps behind me, "Its a girl, i can tell by the quick steps and the distict sound of 3-inch stilettos in the floor." The stainless steel elevator doors quickly open, 3 people alight from it. I walk into the elevator and the girl on stilettos follow. "I thought it was a young girl" i thought to myself. It turns out it was a much older woman probably in the late 30's wearing a white, long sleeved, blouse and black pants. She pressed the button for the 38th floor at the same time as i press number 32. She looks at me for a while probably wondering who i was and what i do, and for which company. "Ting", the elevator doors open.

While i was mixing my juice at the pantry, i was thinking of this exact same thing i am writing right now. Finally my physical self has caught up to my imagination and i am now writing as my mind dictates, based on what is happening at this very instant. "kuha ka ng chocolates o." " Wow! thank you po." I smile as the phone rings, "Hello!". Another day of work. By the way, that was an HSBC agent offering me a credit card.