It is Raining Still

…maybe it is not one of those showers that is here one minute and gone the next, as I had so boldly assumed. Maybe none of them are. After all, life in itself is a chain of rainy days. But there are times when not all of us have umbrellas to walk under. Those are the times when we need people who are willing to lend their umbrellas to a wet stranger on a rainy day. I think I’ll go for a walk with my umbrella.

Sun-Young Park

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life from God’s presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes”!

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native American Elder

My Wife

“If I’m a man, I would want to marry someone who knows how to do housework as my wife.”

“Then, would you want to marry me?”

“No.”

My stomach was upset today and I was at home. Mummy sometimes like to talk about things when we are in the kitchen.

Mummy wouldn’t want to marry me because I’ve been so lazy when she’s around.

Grace needs to work harder.

:)

The morning started very well for me.

First, I saw a message my boss sent to me which wrote, “Grace, thank you for the fantastic job done on xxx. Much appreciated.” What excited me was the word “fantastic”! You have no idea how long I stared at that word itself in the email.

Then, I started reading the incoming queue and discovered good news. Something I didn’t put much hope on because knowing that the chances are slim. However, I still tried to put in the request to see if some kind angel would be able to perform some magic to it. And it worked! I called the customer immediately. I think I was feeling even more excited than the customer when I made that call.

“Thank you SO much, Grace!” She said.

Working here is all about speed. Everything moves so fast, there is no time for delay.

Ended the day by transporting 10 smiling balloons back in my car. (Smiling balloons because there were smilies printed on all the balloons.) My colleague just loved the balloons so much that I had to help her to get as many as our hands could take. We had a company function today and hence the balloons.

It’s All Coming Back to me Now

Happiness is when you receive your pay slip from your boss, strip it open and stare at the figures. It will be a long time until I get to see the figure I see today. There are times when even if you felt like you’ve worked so hard, your increment is going to be just that. So, you wonder, why work so hard when people the same level and position like you, who don’t work as hard as you are going to be paid the same amount as you do? Worse is the credits goes to them because you know how to “work” but they know how to “talk”.

Whatever it is, I’m still going to work hard because it’s me myself that I’m going to answer at the end of the day.

A customer came to look for me today. As always, I feel very scared to meet people like that, knowing that they would always come to meet me because there are problems. I just didn’t know what the problem was as I on my way to meet him at the reception which made it scarier. Actually, he’s a despatch boy or an office boy coming to meet me because someone told him to.

The part that I hate most came next. I wasn’t able to help him because someone else has not done his part, who wished me “Good luck” on relating the news to the customer. I apologised to the customer and obviously he wasn’t happy and I can understand that.

He asked me to try again. So, I tried again but still he would only be able to get his problem solved by tomorrow, meaning he needs to return tomorrow. Then, he was “expressing” how he feel. Luckily for me that he wasn’t the bad-tempered type, else I dah lama tiada dah.

The thing I’ve discovered is that you get propably 60 requests/ calls in a day and you are expected to remember everything and keep it stored in your cache memory until the next time a customer calls you a week later for the same thing he/she has spoken to you a week before. Sometimes, the customer gets angry because you don’t remember them after they’ve called you 7 days ago. Ridiculous but it happens. The best part is they expect you to remember what happened, what the problem is by recognising their voice. Such high expectations!

They will start to express whatever they want to express, leaving you with no space to ask his/her name. You just have to learn to pick up from the bits and pieces of information thrown at you. If you’re lucky and you still remember, you feel like singing Celine Dion’s “It’s all coming back to me now”.

One thing new I learnt today is about claims and reimbursement. This is not a fun thing to do. But I have one case to settle. I pray that everything will be fine because today I’ve just received a letter from the customer with my name printed on it. I have to “own” it till it gets settled.

That’s basically it.

Dealing with people is never easy.