3 Pisses In A Day

I was cheese yesterday. I lay silent about it.

 

Things that made me cheese yesterday:

 

1. That J lady called me as a matter-of-fact asking me a stupid advice out of the blue. She has not spoken to me for the at least a month or so. The last I wrote about her was on her silence when I send her a message asking how she is doing. Honest to God, she's crap.

 

And her stupid question was, if she should go to work since the doctor has issued her a week of MC after her 1 week leave break last week. And she is feeling guilty because they have just given her a promotion and she knows the office is short handed this week. Plus, it is not really that she's that sick not to be at work.

 

I asked how exactly she is feeling. And she said she is ok. But since the doctor has issued her a MC, she was thinking why not leverage on it since she can rest (note: she has this growth in her liver) well.

 

Maybe I'm just too objective minded. I find her question utterly stupid. I mean, the essence of an MC is to rest when one is chicken shit sick. Anyone will know what I mean by this. Chicken shit sick is those days when even sitting on a chair thinking would result in nothingness, grogginess and tiredness despite all the energy one can muster to jump start the brains and body to be working like a normal healthy human being. Those days when your eyes could not even focus at a single point without feeling a tinge of weariness and the whole body aches like there are tonnes of bricks laying on it. That is what I call chicken shit sick.

 

And her she is, having the ability to think and even contemplate jolly well if she should really go back to work since she has the avenue not to do so.

 

Plus, when she broke the news that she is got a promotion, she had to add on that though she has a promotion, it is nothing of my level of AVP or VP.

 

Now. I was irritated. But I kept my cool. If I had the whims and fancy to my bloody mouth, I would have reminded her I did not 'happen to' be there because someone thinks I am pretty or I have Masters or I am can write. Or that my name was Verniela Wii.

 

To begin with, I don't have an attitude like her about work. Then I don't bring personal problems and extra marital affairs to work and effect people around me in the office. Then I don't screw up my life and keep doing it despite good friends telling you not to. And I don't treat my friends like some dogs - only call when I badly need help and call the person "one of my best friend" just because I think she can help me with my screwed up life. And last but not least, I don't borrow money from people and treat it as a matter of fact it is ok to owe that long and being silent about it.

 

Who is she today?

 

Nobody. I just want my money back and I am determined to push the button and raise the pressure in July. That's like many months of interest free borrowings already.

 

Look, I am not even hard-up on the interest bit. I don't mind if it's for a friend who is in need. BUT, since this is how it is being put, I think I have the right to be mean.

 

Full stop.

 

2. The caretaker of the Home messaged me and said they are going for a trip this Wednesday and need money. Trip. I think I must be piss yesterday because for the many months of rental overdue, lack of really good nutritious food for the kids and lack of focus on quality upbringing, I am in the humble opinion that going for a trip during a school holiday for the orphans is totally unnecessary.

 

Like just last holiday I bought them packets of raw food so they can go on a trip to Port Dickson with decent food to eat for that 2 or so days because they were having this Church Christianing.

 

Like just last month end I settled a thousand plus ringgit of their rental though it is still owing for 2 months till todate.

 

I mean, I did spent a bit on the Home and she is still asking me for dough for a trip? Of all things, a trip? Common.

 

I know they are poor kids. I acknowledge their condition and my heart is with them whenever I think about the less fortunate. I feel for them.

 

But.

 

I don't like it when people treat me as if I have this huge money tree behind my backyard and openly ask me for money as if I could just bring the ladder on, climb on my tree, pick some money leaves for them and give them however much they want to in my rummy sack.

 

I wish life is really that easy. I really, really, really wish life is really, really, that easy.

 

I mean, these people who often ask me for money has no single idea the frustration, stress and heartache I go through at work. Not forgetting sacrifices and commitment I have pledged. No one in those category of people who ask me for money knows how hard I did work for my money and how tough it is to earn a living.

 

Only people who work hard for their money will know what I am talking about now. Only such people will truly understand what I am going through.

 

And for this people, put yourself in my shoes and ask how would you feel when people just conveniently ask money from you without much thoughts about it.

 

It's quite shitty ain't it?

 

Sigh. These people. I guess I sound mean to lots of extend but I can't help feeling sorry for myself for once. I know. Suddenly, I start being this selfish person who is so full of myself. Yeah, must be the alter-ego lurking now. Haha. But as I always say, I'm only human. Very, very, very human.

 

At times like this, I do wonder if I would have people around me to help me out if I ever am so screw up. You know. I really wonder if the world be that kind to me. Wow, now I'm going on a self pity mode and 'what-if.'

 

Anyway, enough said. I don't want to hackle on this issue overly. It's just one of those days.

 

To add on to my piss. Piss No. 3.

 

I spoke to one of my staff asking for something and that idiot kept quiet. I repeated myself and asked what's he so busy with and he continued to keep quiet. What the fucking hell was that?

 

I mean, it is mere simple basic fundamental. I don't even need to be the supervisor to be answering the other person. Anyone as a matter of fact who ask a question ought to be answered. It's pure simple bloody respect.

 

Idiot. I hate disrespectful people. I honestly do. Sometimes people just take me for granted for being nice and not cocky.

 

I mean what, do people have to be cocky just to get some attention and frighten respect? What bloody common sense is that?

 

There. 3 pisses. 1 more is about Eugene nagging me about not doing housework. I'm partly to be blame for that so I'm not counting that in. So 3. Just 3 plain rubbish from ungrateful and unthoughtful people… I ain't apologizing for calling you all that. Not for this one.