Do NOT tell me to be RESPONSIBLE
There is no point dissecting and analyzing and grieving over the Php 1,000.00 that was lost. What’s worth one grand today? A Victoria Secret panty?! I got over my loss instantaneously the moment I realized that a crisp one thousand peso bill was missing in my wallet. I texted a few friends from school that I lost one thousand and that was it. I didn’t maul over it like someone like Dolphy has just died. But you have no idea how vitriolic my curses were for the person who stole the money. “STOLE” the money: I am confident that it was stolen after a horrible series of missing one-thousand-peso bill haunted the hallways of my dear school lately. It must have been stolen. I lost the money in school. SCHOOL! Faculty Room to be specific. I don’t have a pile of money such that I will not be able to notice what’s gone; or how much is gone. Do not ask me if I have just misplaced the money. I am a teacher, for Christ sake. I don’t have a plethora of bills in my wallet. I only have ...