yesterday i was called by a very close friend to help assist in a move. although there were previous plans to help this immediate friend move..those got pushed to a month later. instead, myself and others were called, out of the goodness of our own hearts to help her aunt and uncle move - eventhough there's no close relation to them.

it was no biggie..if a friend needs help, im there if available.

so forward to today..i get up at 8am..work till 5pm..expecting a call at 6pm to come move. the call comes at 7pm instead..it's still all good...i had no other plans.
so we move....7-10 with complimentary beverages and pizza.

wasn't that bad..the whole ordeal took about 4hours.

so what's all the ranting and raving about, you ask???

well it was all good till we were finishing up..and one of the uncles helping out (really doing jack-shit but standing at the window and receiving and placing boxes vs actually moving his ass 7 flights and across a parking lot) asks, "so...who's WORKING TOMORROW?"

i reply, "i am"

"what time?", the uncle says.

"8am"

"you call that early?..i work at 5am"

[editor's note]
first and foremost, where the fuck..and ill repeat, WHERE IN THE FUCK DOES HE GET OFF INSULTING ME?

i am not his relative nor family member

boo-fucking-hoo: cry me a river and cue the violins, someone...i didn't make your work schedule and demand you promptly be at work at 5am nor did i force you to come and supposedly move - which by his definition is sitting on his ass and smoking/drinking water/trying to be funny like howie mandel or uncle joey

i voluntarily helped to move out of my own good ethic

i moved more..a lot more objects; with heavier mass; through greater distances in the span of 15minutes than he did the whole 4 hours

don't piss off a 22 year old filipino man who has come to help you move right after work eventhough he's tired - i don't give a shit who's tito (uncle) you are or how old you are..or what tacky heart tattoo you have..or what grey cut'off sleeve tshirt youre wearing with your fucking exco jeans - teenage wannabee midlife crisis - immigrant ass has on. i could care less.

where the fuck do you get off, i ask?
[end editor's note]

me, never being one to bitch and moan replies, "i didn't say it was early, you did"

uncle says, "no i didn't. i asked who's working early tomorrow?" [looks around crowd and fellow family members for support and approval]

give me a fucking break.
and the next time anyone..yes, anyone, friends included, asks me..out of the goodness and integrity of my, jason ryan de los Reyes', character, to help them move..please, just try and show the least bit of appreciation...just a little bit goes a long way for me....and please...tell your lazy-fucking ass relatives to shut their fucking traps with their comments and assumptions before i punch them in their throat and collapse their trachea.



do not ever mistake my kindness for weakness.

thank you.
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although i am peeved...i dont want my reader's leaving here with a bitter taste in their mouth so instead, ill leave on a humourous note.

if you're filipino, you'll love this...[!]
if you're not filipino but you love me..then you'll still love the fact that i love this...[!]

thank God im filipino.

have a nice day.