I am about to leave for my long leave and vacation. As I have told several people, I feel more relieve than happy. Must be the work load that has been hounding me for the past 1 month.
I yearn for many things, amongst the many, lose weight, run, write and read. These are the things which have been bystanders as far as my memory could recall. Yeah, that long ago.
Anyway, I had this 20 cards made for this lady who ordered for her daughter's birthday some 2 weeks back. She did not say exactly when she needed it but more of just needing it before Hari Raya as she needs to get back to the kampung. Jolly well fine.
But when Tuesday hits, and I told her about only delivering it by Friday, she said she needed it by Wednesday. I don't know if people have sense of appreciation of handmade because as far as I am concerned, handmade can't be just made overnight especially if it pertaining 20 fucking cards.
I find her utterless tasteless after that because 1. she certainly does not know how to appreciate handmade stuff 2. all she thinks is by paying me that pathetic RM120, I am to her whims and fancy and lastly but not least 3. she only wants her fucking way.
Let me elaborate.
Firstly, I burnt the midnight oil up to morning oil. Plus the next day, I have got work as usual!
Since she needs it earlier, I have thus, told her I would RUSH her the cards by Thursday but this fucking aunty expects it to be delivered to her door step. Telling me she works in this Dayabumi place and thus, we could meet at Central Market to pass her the cards (FYI, I have already stated in my blog that I don’t deliver plus it's collection in KLCC where I work OR TTDI where I live).
I told her since she needs the card urgently, she can collect the cards from my office. After all, she was the fucking one who was cutting short of my working time and she was the one who needed them sent to her bunch of friends before she leaves for holiday. BTW, her daughter's birthday is on the 4th October (duh!).
She has the cheek to tell me she is busy so indirectly telling me I need to find my way to her. WTF. To top that, she was not even in any compromising thoughts to make things easier for me.
It makes me feel as if her stupid RM120 is fucking big and that I need that money of hers to survive. To begin with even, I am paid 5x per day as compared to what she is paying for the 20 cards. Fucking cow. I can even give her those 20 cards for FREE if I want to.
But that is not the point.
What I am trying to say is, this is the perfect example of the aunty and family person who only selfishly wants their way and they think by the act of PAYING some money, they have the say to EVERY fucking thing.
Plus, this is the tragedy and pattern of a typical woman with kids. Typical cow. Selfish, impatient and stupid. She does not even qualify to being a bitch.
And, while I was rushing, she did not sound even thankful I am going the extramile to get it through to her. She sounded demanding and impatient. Honestly, I was thinking to myself, what if I decided to courier instead so the cards will arrive at her office when she is back in the kampung? Afterall, it is not my problem if the courier was delayed due to the festive holidays.
I mean, I could after all, be mean.
But I did not. I told myself despite my swearing, cursing of foul shits in FB and as I work on the cards I went on and on, I shall not be like her.
And the funny thing about how things work out is great. And this is what people say, "God is great."
With all interest to get everything perfect for the cards (which I totally LOVE so much that I had this pang of feeling that she doesn't deserve my work and this bunch of sweet lovely cards), I was short of matching envelopes. There is no where else to get those except selected Popular bookstores.
Yes, I went the extramile, drove ALL the fucking way of 35km to and fro between my office and the Popular store with the biggest colored envelope selection so I would be 90% assured to have the right ones, but guess what happened when I safely arrived and was right at the front of the racks of envelopes on Thursday (yesterday) 1pm during my lunch break?
The probability of 10% of not getting the right envolopes happened!
LOL.
There in front of my eyes, racks and shelves of every colored envelopes were available except EVERY matching colors that could go with the cards!!! Nothing matching were there!!!
I was laughing at myself. And at fate.
How fate has it that, no matter what or how, if a person don't deserve the best, the person just do not deserve the best. No matter how. LOL.
And I had to succumb to those boring white envelopes used for letter writing, which costs me only RM1.50 for a pack of 20s. LOL. Beat that.
And while I was trying to match the envelopes (still did not want to give up), that cow messaged me again, asking me where is the office boy since it is already lunch time and she urgently needs to deliver to her friends bu 4pm. Not a single word of thank you. Or a decent tonation to begin with.
All in all, I believe, she shortchanged me in everyway. To account for the petrol, toll, parking fees and the priceless effort I put it, she OWEs me big time. Plus, I personally begged some courier boys to do me a personal favour by rewarding them RM10 for a trip specially made to deliver the cards to her by 2.45pm, Thursday, including envolopes and all.
So, to conclude here - We don't have to cringe when people take advantage or bully us. Don't even have to even react. Just be. Because fate along with God's ways has its ways to return the favor to the person.
So people, if you think you deserve better than what you think you should, think back, what is it that you have or have not done enough to deserve it. Because somewhere, somehow, life will always be fair… and it will work its ways… hehe.
PS: The only thing I got from her was an SMS after she received the card thanking me for the sweet cards. Suddenly, Jekyll turned Hyde. It's too late already la aunty… hehe...
