Dirty Skin?

Much to the shock of everyone, this guy, let's just call him Ira Luna, has decided to call me thru my extension and come right on, lambasting not only my personality but also my work ethics. Apparently, he is a human machine gun. He shoots but never eyes on the target. He started accusing me of how offensive I was and how I kept on targeting him, insinuating that I did that on purpose to look like he was not doing his job right. He then continued on with such profanity that I was going to rot in the company I am working for as he is going to leave the company and go to the States. Much to my thinking, how did it ever become the point of argument. Clearly, he was getting all personal. He came so personal that he even said to me how dirty my skin was.

Dirty skin friends. Yes, dirty skin. I tried to grasp the meaning of what he said. Dirty skin. I tried to get the connotative and denotative meaning but in no way I could comprehend what he meant. Even with much recollection and reflection over this statement and a few hot flashes in my head (Spell furious), I could not help but wonder, is dirty skin a term to fret about? Or did those two words come out as fillers that completed a so called intellectual statement?

Gees, I guess I better scrub my body double time until it reddens to relieve myself of dirty skin. But then again, why would I give him such satisfaction when in fact he is the only one who thinks so. I must admit, I may not have the perfect skin. I may have zits and acne over my face. A few big ones at times they cover up a big chunk of my face, but I refuse to be branded as one with a dirty skin. Or whatever he means by it.

I guess it will just be plain mystery how these two words came about. I had no plans of dwelling into such shallowness and had no intentions of impugning his phone etiquette as he clearly has none to begin with. I better not indulge myself with so much bickering.

My parents taught me better. I just hope he wakes up someday, gets his senses back, rediscovers himself and hopefully not get his own share of unpleasant behavior. A poison is still a poison.

So to Ira Luna, you owe your parents good manners. You owe them at least that. Please try to pick a lesson or two from this incident.

A dirty skin (with a big question mark) is clearly better than a tainted soul. May God guide you for a better life ahead.

P.S.

Thanks to all my friends who supported me in this interesting "commotion". I guess we can all laugh about it and use this as somewhat a joke over a cup of coffee at Starbucks or elsewhere. I love you guys!