I ordered Mochi from an ex colleague last week. In support of her business, I bought 2 sets of Mochi each at a price of more than RM20 with 10 pieces in each set. Honestly, it was quite costly but I ordered it anyway sebab yelah, she was someone I knew. Like any other sellers, I was charged for the delivery to my place of work. Nevermind, no hal. I even told her that if she cannot make it on that same day, she can pass it to me the next week.
Indeed, she wasn’t able to deliver on that Friday. Or did she?
I received a phone call on a Tuesday morning by another colleague at work. Turns out the mochi-girl passed the items through her. Problem is, this colleague somehow FORGOT about it and sold me the story of – “the mochi was not on the table and had thought that I had took it and put it in the fridge. today, she went to the fridge and saw that it was still there , only that one of the sets (the chocolate) one was missing and she could not find it”. She even described her puzzled thoughts as to why I did not ask her about the mochi.
LADY, HOW ON EARTH WOULD I KNOW THAT THE EFFIN MOCHI WOULD BE WITH YOU IF I WAS NOT INFORMED BY MOCHI GIRL IN THE FIRST PLACE???
Anyway, there were a few things that I can deduce from this incidence;
- these 2 colleagues have minimal to almost zero respect for me as a customer and a fellow colleague. how could you forget to hand me the mochi? and then mochi-girl, you charged me for COD some more. At least have the courtesy to hand it to my hand la. I duduk jaga betul2 kat pintu masuk klinik kot. It’s like come on lah, she saw me sitting there at the same spot earlier that morning when she came to COD the same mochi to another friend of mine. We even exchanged Hello’s and the how are you S**t.
- dishonest ladies
- never put full trust in familiar people
- sometimes I need to be in the role of the pushy fussy customer
Of course. I am calm now.
Am trying to find that cloud with the silver lining. Maybe it’s rotten or something. Perhaps there are better tasting mochis from other sellers elsewhere. Mochi disappointed.
Killing two birds with one stone..
Our trip to Kuching, apart from as an annual balik kampung thing – was purposely planned to coincide with my Anaesthesia Department HOD in my previous tertiary hospital’s retirement party. She was to retire after serving the community in Sarawak for 15 years. And she was not even a Sarawakian.
I remembered stepping foot into her office for the first time and was met with a lady who spells charisma as easy as ABC. Her voice was as loud as thunder but never far from dispensing an advice or two. Her knowledge of anesthesia itself was admirable but her understanding of life and death was eye opening. We not only began to appreciate the beauty of our vocation but were also disciples of life long learning for this world and the Hereafter.
She was never the one to give up. Never to say NO. Or cry impossible. She stands her ground but even so she would always find the middle path so more people would agree with each other to get the best results. A great leader must after all be prepared to be a great listener as well.
A lot of people turned up for the event which was of no surprise. The food was served over 9 mini courses. Some were delicious, the rest were palatable. Being a mom of a kindie boy – I couldn’t help feeling glad it was over. I needed my rest that badly.
I managed to meet and salam some of my other beloved specialists. And of course held the hands of Yang Diraikan herself. Naturally, she would find it difficult to place a name on my face because well.. I was so young back then. This was like more than 5 years ago – a time when I was still skinny and not married? Ha ha..
I grabbed her hand and salam her. CIUM TANGAN okay!! I introduced myself as so and so. I let her know of what I am doing now (regardless of its significance). She was happy that I was still doing anesthesia although I see more of excision biopsies than say a laparotomy for an intra-abdominal injury or a Whipple. Just being there to be able to hold her hand and hear her say, “ok.. thats good.. thats good” was one of my best 60 sec in a lifetime. And you’d only feel like that if you treasure and respect a person dearly. Yes, I adore her a lot. Like MEGA much.
She is at the moment ranking as NO 1 on my list of favourite female bosses. I look forward to adding a NO 2 on my list and yes, I have spotted someone.
I don’t feel like a smart-ass reading this, but I do feel different. I bought it for RM 10 each at the Big Bad Wolf (BBW) held at MITC. Its like , “hey.. Im reading a non medical book!! I feel so enlightened!!”
Sometimes you get so tied up reading around your patients or doing clerical hospital work, you tend to forgot an alternative world around you – of food and pleasure, of books, or love and joy. Therefore, I am very thankful for this long weekend. On top of splurging on books at the BBW sale, we also brought Mother to IKEA to jalan2.
Enjoying the meatballs were out of the picture – the queue was already freakingly long and it was only 10am. So we just munched on the 1 ringgit curry puffs on our way home. We did not buy anything major, just a set of plastic ware and utensils to match.
Any biased onlookers (especially the young ladies behind us) who saw what we had in our trolley would probably say ‘barang sikit tuh pun nak beli kat IKEA?” but to me its worth more than what it seems. Every time I bring my parents out to the mall or a restaurant, I tend to remember a blog post written by a blogger who calls herself Perempuan Jomblo.
Its of how one day she went to Daiso and saw a middle-aged lady shopping with her elderly mother. The mother wanted to put several cute kitchen items in the shopping basket but was stopped by her daughter. Reason being, the things her elderly mother wanted to buy was ‘useless’ with a short shelf-life etc. The blogger seemed to notice an expression of disappointment on the mothers face and so took a quick look into the basket to see what the daughter bought. In it, she saw little hair clips, some funky items-god-knows-what and so on.
So this blogger thought to herself, if the daughter has that will to satisfy her inner child to buy these so called kawaii stuff, why not grant the same pleasure to her elderly mother as well – who also teringin nak beli benda2 mcm tuh. So yes, it was a short story but it sure do have a strong impact onto myself.
Hence, despite I only have 2 items in my big IKEA trolley.. if it makes Mother happy, I am happy too.