Suddenly I am committed to this 10 year plan. This 10 year plan will InsyaAllah end with an early retirement from KKM but also the kick-off a new career. I have visualized the end, I just need to stick to the mini milestones and make it happen.
That is Plan A.
Plan B is to continue with KKM until I am 58 years old.
How can you tell if your work colleague is now your friend? What line did they cross to qualify themselves as a friend in the workplace? Is it accurate to say that a colleague is automatically a friend when you have lunch together? Or there are more gestures to it? Like having to share details about your personal life, to only then be considered a friend as opposed to a colleague? If I add you as a friend on Facebook, surely that means we are, NO?
To be honest, I don’t have a precise answer. Perhaps it is meant to be rhetoric?
I am thinking about this Friend Vs Colleague question because I had a pitfall in communication with a friend at work today. I have always thought that if you consider someone as your friend, your choice of words and tone would be a bit different during a conversation compared to when it is with a colleague. The topic of discussion would also be more chummy and less formal since we’re friends. Thus, when it comes to correcting a mistake and all, I feel there is a different approach when you need to reprimand a friend as opposed to just another work colleague.
A lady came to the clinic for a health documentation issue. It was a matter which could, in my opinion, be resolved on the same day. However, this friend who happened to see that lady decided that it should be addressed on a different date. My enquiry to his plan resulted in a few exchanges that ended with a statement by him that took me aback. Simply because it wasn’t something that I would expect a friend would say to another. Honestly, I felt a bit hurt. Hati tisu, tengah menses some more. Tengok kucing sembelit pun boleh nangis. Hahaha.
After the statement, I could sense a change in the atmosphere of the room. We would usually have small chats in between patients but this morning it just felt awkward. We were still talking to each other but it was minimal and superficial. I think we both tried to pretend that everything is OK. That I was not offended with his statement. I convinced myself that him saying that, was just him being himself (which is kinda true.. don’t we all accept the true colours of our friends – be it good or bad?) I persuaded myself to think that perhaps he was having a bad day and this lady was just the final straw that made him tick.
But it also made me think if through his eyes, whether I was a Friend or just a Colleague to him? Cause to me, he is a friend and there is a possibility that this friendship I’m offering to him was never actually reciprocated in the first place.
When the wife is miserable, there is a fat chance that the source of her agony comes from the husband. Vice versa. Unless he doesn’t love her anymore thus stress is more work related.
This is the cause of my misery today. Leftover nasi penyet pecel lele. This situation could have been avoided IF the husband has been frank in saying “ I don’t want any lunch today BECAUSE I got jamuan back to back at the office”. Instead, he also placed an order and this thing has been in the fridge for two days since Friday.
Knowing him, he doesn’t eat old food. He only eats fresh food and yet when he prepares a meal, he COOKS LIKE HE IS FEEDING THE HOMELESS IN THE WHOLE CITY! It is not funny. Cause I don’t like to waste food and regardless how self-sacrificing I become by eating the leftovers from my kids and from his overzealous cooking, I still need to control my calories.
Even after I finish this meal, I have 3 CONTAINERS of BIHUN in the fridge which are leftovers from yesterdays BREAKFAST! God knows what he was thinking when he decided to cook ONE BIG PACKET OF BIHUN !!! Perhaps he was thinking it’ll be a good idea to eat it for lunch AND DINNER but turns out he only had it for lunch. His food portion estimates are soooooooo off. So inaccurate. And yet, for today HE ENTHUSIASTICALLY FRIED CEKODOK IN THE PORTION OF HALF PACKET OF 1 KG FLOUR. CAN YOU SENSE MY AGITATION HERE? Thankfully, that cekodok dah habis or I would have thrown it to the monkeys at the nearby graveyard.
So yes, I am seriously considering getting my hands into composting leftover food. At least, it will make me feel better knowing that the food will not go to waste and recycled into some sort of nourishing source for the soil and plants.
I saw a friend on Facebook posting on the Bokashi ? method. Then, there are other companies also promoting their form of composting for domestic wastes. Prices were steep compared to the type of compost in they sell on Shopee. I am confused. I need to read more about composting my food safely and use the ‘ends’ of it for my mini garden.
Do you have any experience of doing your own compost? Share with me your experience in the comments.
It is 0440H in Ramadhan. I usually wake up at 0445H to prepare Sahur. My brain is speeding on the right lane of the highway at the moment. My daughter just woke me up about an hour ago asking for milk. I got a bit crossed that my sleep was interrupted at an odd hour and so after I mixed her milk, I made myself a cup of coffee. I am now buzzing with caffeine.
I checked the OUM portal again to see if the exam results are out.
I revised my blog drafts.
I looked at my string lights and wonder why aren’t they as ‘energetic’ lately – is it because we do not have much solar energy lately?
And then I had this eureka moment to start a fundraising effort to buy a washing machine for my clinic. It is an old machine and have been broken beyond repair for some time. Hence, my PPK’s have been washing the clinics laundry at the nearby clinic. My matron has been requesting a new machine from the district health office but was never granted. So, maybe it is time we take things into our own hands.
However now is a tough time (COVID-19), I need to think about how to make a collective activity with social distancing in mind. Hmmm.. just let me sit on it and put my thinking cap on.
It is the long weekend and I’ve got my house chore’s list all ready. It is Ramadhan and I try not to over exert myself. Yesterday, I decluttered my kitchen area. Rearranged my pots, pans and Tupperware. Cleared stuff under the sink. Assassinated a cockroach but I think it is still alive despite pouring lots of peppermints on it. It is still under a used tupperware on the floor for the past 24 hours. On top of the cleaning, I managed to steam Siakap, fry turmeric chicken, made milo jelly and assemble kerabu brokoli for Iftar. Man, my feet hurt like it walked on glass.
Despite the holidays, Mr Husband was at work. First, he had to replace someone who did not turn up for extended hours at the nearest klinik kesihatan. Well, he volunteered to cover. Nak ngelat cuci kipas siling lah tuuuuu. Hmph. That someone better have a good excuse. After he finished for the half day, lo and behold he went to his office plak. Turns out the state has a few new positive cases for Covid-19. So that took some time too. Public Health never rest.
Today I am going to just take it easy. We are having Pizza for Iftar.
Early this morning after Sahur and Fajar prayers, I went through my pictures on social media and did some sorting and filing into my external hard disk. Found an old photo account on Photobucket. It’s not free anymore so I saved those old images and kept it in my drive. Took the chance to stroll down memory lane i.e my old blog LittleHealer.
Blog entries during my student days were emotionally charged and full of passion. I am glad I kept a blog because I honestly do not remember half of the memories I did during medical school and early housemanship. I had no idea I was that fun as an individual back then. Ha ha ha. I was on LittleHealer for a good 4 years and here on Mincisensei for a good 8 years now (and counting!). I suppose I needed a fresh start after the 3 years hiatus from blogging.
But hey.. did I mention that I am now on a fresh learning curve? Starting on Square One as a part time degree student? That part of my life I am documenting on NotaMinci. I think I explained some time ago about a possible Mid-Life Crisis. I guess as medical doctors, you are just itching to study something. LOls.
PKPB is starting tomorrow. May the 4th be with you.