Amazing because their mere existence and mindless behaviour are able to drive a person up the wall. Even the strongest soul feels like ending their life there and then. Narcissists lack empathy. They have poor insight into their actions affect others. All they care about is themselves.
I was looking forward to spending Eid with my MIL and her immediate family. Unfortunately, another character decides to spoil it all. Now I am not even sure if I want to live past Ramadan.
I would have lived my life as a hermit if it weren’t for my sister, who is a social butterfly. She would organise this Iftar session at her home, and I would gladly bring my little family to enjoy the food. The husband would tag along out of obligation. If he had his way, I’d think he would prefer not to go. He is morphing into my dad’s (unfavourable) traits with time.
Since I anticipated that the Iftar session would take some time to enjoy, I booked a room at Zenith Hotel Putrajaya for the night. I wrote about it in my previous post.
My sister ordered Nasi Arab and Shawarma. I gave her some money for it. She also made mi kolok, tauhu begedil and a lovely dessert. Her son was celebrating his birthday as well, so she got a mango cheesecake from Secret Recipe. I brought my Popia Big Mac. It has become a tradition and act of love on my part as I hand the frozen ones to my sibling and my dad. My brother Danial would ration his portion to like 2 pieces a day so that it wouldn’t run out. To be honest, it takes a great deal of labour of love to do it.
I am thinking of hosting for Raya Haji this year. InsyaAllah.
Melaka was very fortunate to have 6 days off work during the Chinese New Year celebration. I did not have to think about work for 6 days, and what a blissful week it was. Furthermore, the 1st of Ramadan also falls in this same week, and I thought it was great for the kids to have 4 Ramadan days at home. No school, nothing.
I made caramel pudding.
Tanghulu.
Brownies.
It is only a matter of time for me to have the courage to try to make cinnamon rolls. I have saved a few recipes on Instagram. I just need that ounce of energy to do it.
I had to substitute a colleague at Klinik Komuniti the other day. Klinik Komuniti (KKOM) has odd working hours of 12noon till 9pm. There is no lunch break, but there is an hour break during Maghrib at 645pm-745pm. It is usually manned by a medical doctor, a medical assistant, a registered nurse, a pharmacy assistant and a health assistant. KKOM was established as a means to provide services for minor ailments, wound dressing and emergency situations outside office hours for areas at the periphery of the main town.
I honestly think that KKOM is already out of touch.
We have plenty of GP services sprouting in these areas, providing care out of office hours. Some clinics even open 23 hours. The government should look into providing incentives for shared care between the GP and KK. Of course, cost is an issue, which is why patients still prefer going to KKOM. However, this is where the thinkers need to reconsider the said options. Furthermore, people are treating KKOM as a retail pharmacist. Some would straight up request paracetamol or mmt as standby meds at home.
Enough of that.
I am usually prepared on days I have to go to KKOM. Meaning I would arrange for certain errands to be done in the morning, like going for longer brisk walks or to the bank. This time I wasn’t. I have quite forgotten my own schedule. Hence, I find myself undecided on whether to go for a walk or stay inside with my kettlebell. Then, should I go for mamak or just have toast at home? Should I watch a TV series or do online CPD? Brunch with asam laksa maggi or go for a bite at Aeon. My decisions led to this.
I had a lovely brunch of Beef Stroganoff Pasta and GIGI Coffee. Lucky me, GIGI was having a promotion. All drinks were priced at RM6.90. I ordered an Iced Pecan Latte. It tasted awesome.
One of the most difficult things in adulting is to reproach a family member, a friend or a colleague. It is not even scolding. Far from criticising. All this was done out of the public eye. Apparently, it is also a difficult matter among adults to accept advice and criticism in an open manner.
I reproached an individual I consider a friend a few days ago through a trusted third party. Also a friend. I made a decision to do so because I felt she did something wrong, which consequently stirred uneasy feelings among other colleagues at our workplace. Like any other occasion, these ill feelings are not conveyed to her at point-blank. Instead, they are discussed and circulated among a few people. To me, this is unhealthy. Because that was how this wrongdoing reached my knowledge in the first place.
Knowing that the workplace walls have ears, I thought I was right in my approach to make this poorly thought-out behaviour known to the person of interest. Through a middle person, the best friend. For reasons that these actions could be reflected upon and avoided. It is because I feel that in the future, if the same behaviour is carried out, it will bring negative consequences to this individual.
I expressed my points clearly in the WhatsApp message with the hope that the receiving end would understand my point of view and respond appropriately to the message.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. I don’t really know how it played out between them, but suddenly, I am the bad guy. The body language was so obvious that tension filled the air whenever the person of interest and I were in the same room.
This incident made me question my approach. What I thought was an act to ‘save this friend’ backfired instead. I did ponder it for a few days.
I mean, I had this person’s best interest in mind, as she is up for evaluation any time. The supervisor’s input might be influenced by certain people, and that’s quite dangerous if it is motivated by ill-harboured feelings.
I wanted to solve the problem. I thought I went to the correct person for assistance to cushion the aftermath of my advice. Despite the thoughtful measures (or so I thought), it did not turn out well. Consequently, we are just not on speaking terms at the moment. I could sense it. Ha ha.
As an empath, this is quite a hurtful experience. However, this is a learning curve for me. I should have known that I could not help everybody. Or more of, not everybody wants to be helped. And that maybe in certain situations, the best way would just be to turn a blind eye and let the person learn their own lesson.