Friday, 15 May 2015

one's joke is another person's sorrow

practise what you preach

I went to a meditation cum Dhamma talk session last Sunday at a friend's place. It was conducted by a visiting monk (shifu) from Malaysia.

As Buddhism is about the 'way of life', I always reserve a 'why not?' attitude towards it.

And so happen this friend of mine is always full of enthusiasm and energy when it comes to attracting or bringing people to the session/talk she organises.

When someone is all hyped about something and sincerely invites you to share the fun or experience, to me, it requires more effort to reject than to comply. Most of the time, it's a yes for me if there's no reason to reject.

If a simple YES can really make her day, why not?

During the talk, the shifu mentioned how we could send metta to those we love - for example, our mum. And since it was also the Mother's Day, he asked if we've called to wish our mums.

The room was filled with silence. No response from everyone.

He looked around and said, 'Why isn't there a response? Don't you people have mother???!'

And the room laughed.

I almost wanted to say NO to him.
And I didn't think it was funny.

This might have a little to do with my background but for most of it I felt that as a teacher, as much as you preach on life's impermanence, shouldn't you have the slightest sensitivity and awareness that no family member would stay alive forever - hence at some point, someone, somewhere, somehow, actually does NOT have a mother; or father.

Little do you know that the someone (or two) is/are right there in that very room where the joke was cracked.

Missing a parent is not a big deal if you've fully-accepted the fact that he/she is/would be gone one day. Until someone comes and crack a joke about it because he thinks not having a mum or a dad could be funny...

I started to reflect on the times when we (siblings or cousins) call out to each other and when there is no response from the other party, we tend to say 'Are you deaf?' or 'Are you mute?'.

Or when people ask if we could help to pick up something from the next room and pass it to them, we sometimes say 'Can't you do it yourself? Don't you have legs?'.

We do have an aunt and uncle (cousin's parents) who are deaf and mute. And our late grandma was also suffering from hearing loss for as long as I knew her.

Was my cousin offended? Was grandma sad?

I feel them now.

Thanks for this valuable lesson - if not because of your insensitivity, I wouldn't have learned it.

The closest you could get in understanding someone - seeing what he sees and feeling what he feels, is not just by putting your feet in his shoes - you have to walk in them.

This Mother's Day, I've walked in two persons' shoes.

Never base a joke on one's mishap. Lesson learnt.

Thursday, 7 May 2015

resignation - part 3 - end

sincerity is best when it comes in full

Third round 5.30pm...

Me: Hi D, can we speak now or I'll come back tomorrow morning?
D: No no. Let's do it now.

He was the one who mentioned 2pm and yet I had to chase him at 5.30pm just because he couldn't care more to get all this sorted ASAP.

To cut the long story short, he promised that they can certainly give me the type of work I prefer doing. On the money side, $10k is all he could offer. Upon seeing my disinterested face, he went on saying that he could TRY harder to push it to $20k.

In my opinion, if you could, why didn't you TRY HARDER on your first attempt?
Trying to catch a fish with half the bait-size.
When you finally offer a full-size bait, the fish may have figured out your dirty tricks.

It just shows how cheapo the company is and how 'sincere' they are in showing their appreciation towards their staff.

The fact that I have been underpaid for who-knows-how-many-years, any extra money would just be a 'back-pay' than a pay rise.

Nevertheless, the conversation ended well, harmonious, and peaceful. I said I'll have a think about his offer (it's the company's offer to be exact, not quite to do with him) and get back to him tomorrow.

As I walked out of the room, a sense of liberation crawled over me. Decision was made.
I was thankful that he didn't offer a big deal which would render it hard for me to reject.
Thanks for indirectly guiding me to the exit.

It was a great 6 years.

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

resignation - part 2

how much you know/remember of a person, shows how much you actually care

Second round...

D: What prompted the move?
Me: Opportunities. Career growth. Anything but number-crunching. I wanna be more involved in the process of delivering a package than to just sit behind the machine and crunch numbers.
D: Ok. What have you worked on before Foxground (my current project)?
Me: Northwest rail link (NWRL).
D: What was your role in that?

Despite us being on NWRL together, he has no clue on what my role was for the last 12 months. He is either too forgetful and ignorant or I was insignificant.

Me: Substructures and the approach viaduct design.
D: Before NWRL?
Me: blablablabla
D: Ok. It has been number-crunching the whole time.
Me: Yeah. Exactly.

D: How much more are they offering you?
Me: xx%
D: That's a lot! *with eyes popping out*
Me: ...(in my head: the percentage's huge only because you're paying peanuts)
D: How much are you getting now?
Me: xxx
D: How many years of experience have you got?
Me: zzzz. (Before I could say six, he was about to say three)
D: Thr...
Me: SIX
D: Six???
Me: YES. SIX.
D: Ohhhh. You're obviously underpaid.
Me: I am (OBVIOUSLY and SERIOUSLY).

Do I look that young and youthful that he mistaken me for a 3-years graduate?
Are my knowledge and diverse capability too ordinary to be noticed?
Can a 3-years graduate do the things I'm capable of doing?

Well, hahaha, I agree I do look younger than my age (sometimes).
And no. My knowledge and capability have surpassed that of a 3-year graduate.
I  choose to believe that he is too indulged in his own busy schedule that he failed to realise that time flies and he has to top up the sugar-coating on the cupcake from time to time.

D: Let me work something out for you. I'll speak to J to see if he has the kind of work you wanna do. In terms of the money, I'll try to sort something but I can't guarantee at this point how much it's gonna be.
Me: Okay.
D; What about we discuss again this afternoon? Say 2pm?
Me: Okay.

As I left the room, I wondered why he even tries so hard to retain me.
Why didn't he do it all these while?
It's a simple example of how human take people/things for granted.
Why wait for the hole in your stomach to realise that you haven't been eating well?
Or worst case, you kinda forgotten you have a stomach.

Monday, 4 May 2015

resignation - part 1

not knowing what you've got until you're about to lose it

Me: Hi D...(speaking to his back)
D: Wassup?
Me: Can we talk for a minute?
D: Oh sure. (turning to me while standing up)
Me: *kinda wave the envelope at him*

We then entered a discussion room...

D: Oh Nooo. Godddd...please don't tell me it is what I think it is.
Me: *with a smile* Yaya, it is what you think it is if you know what it is.
D: NO. I don't wanna open it. Please don't do this to me.
Me: *give him the envelope* Yeah. This is my resignation letter.
D: I don't wanna know what's inside. Not opening it.
Me: *smile*
D: Why? Why now? What's your plan next?

He went on to ask about the new place, new job, new opportunity.
Followed by...

D: Have you signed any offer?
Me: In the process...
D: Could you do me a favour?
Me: ??
D: I beg you to put that offer on hold. Give me a day or two to sort things out. I'll work out something. Do you think you could do that for me?
Me;....Ok~
D: Why don't you have a think about what you wanna do. what you wanna achieve, and how we could make it happen here. I'll keep this for now. I'm not opening it. We'll speak again tomorrow morning. Ok?
Me: Ok

It would be so much easier if he didn't try to retain me.
At least then I'll be so so so sure that I'm making the right move now.
Who knows what is he coming back with tomorrow.
At the back of my head I hoped the counter offer would be a lousy one so as to not feel as guilty as I am right now.
Love-hate relationship is just complicated.

Saturday, 2 May 2015

I know it stinks

why is it you can endure your own fart or stinky poo but not others'?
is yours any less smelly?

What's your worst toilet nightmare?

- the cubicle you're in runs out of toilet roll
- the flush system doesn't work and you have a pool of poo resting in the bowl
- there's no water to wash your hands
- the toilet stinks badly
- you bring your phone with you to poo - in the office toilet - and suddenly, your phone rings

I guess I've created quite a nightmare for my fellow female colleagues - especially to ONE of them.

As there's no proper ventilation in the toilet, smell lingers for awhile before it dissipates.
And so one day, I was doing some 'business' in one of the toilet cubes when someone came in.
Though I've been flushing as I go, it wouldn't get rid of the smell completely.
This poor woman came in and went straight to a cube.
Soon, she started breathing heavily as if she was suffocating. LOL!
She quickly got out of the cube, washed her hands, and in revenge, sprayed a whole lot of fragrance before she left.
Those fragrance left me dizzy in my cube as it was just too much.

Few days later, the same sequence of events happened. Hahaha!
I knew it was the same woman from her coughing sound.
She must be so pissed that she sprayed more and more.
When she walked pass my cube, I could only see her red shirt.
Couldn't figure out who it was.

The way she sprays the fragrance is as if she wanted to kill me with it and she could be screaming "YOUR POO STINKS" in her lungs.

I know it stinks but it's not within my control, right?

Since then, to prevent her from killing me with the spray, I take the spray with me into the cubicle before I do my business.

So far the situation where she comes into the toilet and couldn't find the spray hasn't occurred yet. I wonder when it happens, would she come and tear my door down or she'd suffocate and collapse in the toilet?

Hehehehe.

Saturday, 25 April 2015

while it lasts

while it lasts, never wait till tomorrow, we never know when is the last


Every year, at the start of Spring and Autumn, I'll take short breaks from work to walk up and down the Pacific Highway and Miller St at North Sydney. Branching out of these main roads are quiet little streets with overgrown trees.

What makes the walk special are the signature purple jacaranda in Spring and the orange maple leaves in Autumn. They only last for less than a week before the flowers wilt or the leaves fall - which reminds us that nothing lasts forever. Even if tomorrow comes, things may not be the same as yesterday. Hence, while it lasts, never wait till tomorrow.

Despite the ridiculous 70 hours storm at the start of the week, these beautiful leaves survived though many have fallen. I was here just in time to catch a glimpse of that orange canopy. I bet after the hailstorm this afternoon and more rain tomorrow, the canopy would have given way by coming Monday.

This would be my last Autumn spent in North Sydney - for now. Never had I thought that these trees are one of the things I'd miss out of working in North Sydney. Thanks for the wonderful 5 years and a bit.

autumn comes with autumn leaves
orange the shade of the autumn leaves
dull little streets are what we perceive
the beauty it holds you won't believe
quietly admiring this nature's gift
this will be my fifth
I shall be making a shift
as winter comes and autumn leaves

Sunday, 5 April 2015

happy soul

some people are born to add spices to your boring routine

People often say you can't make friends at work. 

It's true, only to some extent.

Colleague could easily be friends if you share the same frequency, happen to have similar interest/topic, and most importantly, at the back of your head, you know you have no reason to compete against each other at work; even if there is reason to do so, you'd prefer not to go there.

I'm not one who loves confrontation and competition of any sort - wherever I am.
You may call me passive, noncompetitive or one who lives in my own fairytale. Haha.

Maybe because of that, work politics aren't in my dictionary. I admit there are some not very nice people around but I tend to ignore them altogether. What you don't see, you won't feel they exist.

What prompted this post was the encounters I had with one funny colleague in recent months.

He is one BIG cheerful old man - when I say BIG, I mean HUGE - in his fifties, loves his wife A LOT, always trying to eat healthily, always admiring the stuff I put into my mouth just cos weight-wise he can't afford to eat what I eat, claims to be a chewaholic (he chews half pack of gum a day), and is one hell of a Joker. 

8 of us were put together in a 'temporary office' which is made up of a small meeting room to get a couple of bridges designed and issued for construction within 2 months. So much stress and ass-tight deadlines. Due to the confidentiality of the project, people who are not part of the team aren't allowed into the 'office'. 8 stressed and lonely souls in a little confined space. If not because of Mr. Big Guy, it'll be so boring.

#1 - When he first saw me eating Crunchy Nut cereal with warm coffee...
Big: o.O What's that? (kepoh and curious) Crunchy Nut? Where's the milk?
Me: No milk. I eat them with coffee.
Big: What?! (overly-shocked) Coffee-coated crunchy nut? Oh wow. I didn't know we could eat it that way.
Me: Yayaya. It's MY way of eating it.

When he saw two other colleagues eating Weetbix and muesli, he told them to also coat their breakfast with coffee.

#2 - After the Easter long weekend
Big: *stares at me from top to bottom*
Me: What???
Big: You look the same. Amazing.
Me: Why would I look different?
Big: It's Easter. Where are the chocolate effects? Easter eggs?
Me: No chocolate, no egg. Hence, no effect.
Big: *sigh*. Look at me. Hate those eggs.

#3 - When there was strong wind and storm outside the window
Me: Oh man, How could I get my lunch in this weather.
Big: o.O *eyes wide on me*
Me: *ready to roll my eyes at his next sentence*
Big: Hey, don't forget to bring your handbag, with all your other stuff in it, and your laptop bag and laptop, and jacket, and whatever heavy stuff you could find here.
Me: ??? So I could head home for the day?
Big: No. No. So you have some additional weights on, and won't get blown away. 
Me: *ROLL eyes*

#4 - When I had Hungry Jacks for lunch
Big: *stares at my food*
Me: ??? Want some? Feel free.
Big: No. No. I can't. 
Me: Why not?
Big: I wish I had your metabolism. How could you stay so skinny with those food you eat?
Me: What's with the food I eat? I don't eat that much, you know.
Big: But you have Crunchy Nut everyday!!!
Me: Huh? That's my breakfast!
Big: Ya. I can't even imagine myself eating them. I'll be like... *gesturing an exploded tummy*

#5 - When I wore a dress one fine day
Big: Something's not right.
Me: What's not right?
Big: You're in a dress.
Me: Oh yes I am.
Big: But you're usually a pants-girl.
Me: I just thought I'd be a dress-girl today.
Big: Right. Holding on tight to Summer, isn't it. And with stokings on, just in case Summer isn't that Summery huh?

#6 - The next day after the dress
Big: Oh look! Jeans!
Me: Yeah, it's Friday?
Big: I know. Ronny you missed out. Clarisse wore a dress yesterday. Now she's back to being a pants-girl.
Me: *roll eyes*

#7 - Whenever his phone rings and it's his wife on the line
The customised ringtone for his wife goes: *siren* *siren*....*frantic voice shouting: IT'S THE WIFE!! IT'S THE WIFE!!*
It never fails to make everyone laugh. And whenever he happens to be away from his desk and misses the call, we'd inform him that THE WIFE called.

#8 - His lame joke
Ron: Can you model (means draw using programme) the bridge?
Big: No, I can't.
Ron: Why not? It's easy. I could show you how.
Big: No. Never. Just can't.
Ron: ??? Why not? Just do blablabla......
Big: Well, look at me (his size)...how could I model anything? No want would want me to model for them.
Ron: .......*roll eyes*

It is conversation like this which keeps productivity going and prevents the brain from falling into resting mode - no coffee-fix needed. 

One Happy Soul in our life is never one too many. He would be one of the people I'd miss dearly if I leave this company one day.