SYUKUR
I was slightly under the weather yesterday. Took the day off and lazed around at home. Mr. Husband is so convinced that something is cooking. Hhhmm…I don’t know. I want to wait for a bit more before I start toasting. I swear to god! Mr. husband seems to know my body better than I do these days. We’ll see how it goes. If ada rezeki, Insyaallah…
Moving on to another matter, I had a meeting yesterday evening with the directors of this particular organization. We were discussing my package before they issue the letter of offer. I have mixed feeling about the job. Especially when you put a ridiculous expected increment on your salary and they just say they’re willing to pay. Hang on, hang on!! But there’s a “BUT”. After all, there’s no such thing as free lunch these days. Quoting the director, “We do not mind paying the price on the tag if we think it’s worth the money and the job scope justifies it. But you have to bear in mind that when we pay you that much, we expect as much. Long working hours and we OWN you totally during working hours.”
Macam itu pun ada ka?? I mean it’s almost like selling my soul to the devil…LITERALLY! Ideally, I am looking for a comfortable job; one which does not require long hours and one that allows me to go home early almost everyday and one that does not require weekend-in-the-office. My priorities have changed over the years. My career is important, but so does becoming a good wife and mother. I want to strike a balance. Funny how I was so obsessed about making money and now, all I want is a comfortable, wholesome life. I realize I don’t need big cars or house to make me happy (I’m not saying I’ll say “NO” if I was given one). My version of happiness does not require truckloads of money these days.
I want to be a better person. I’ve made many mistakes before and I have no regrets. To err is human…yes. But I’ll be damned if I ever make the same mistakes again. I pray for His forgiveness. I pray for His guidance. I thank Him for His generosity and compassion. I am indeed truly blessed. This humble servant knows she’s been given another shot at making things right and she intends to do just that.
I am nothing but an iota in His great universe.
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I was craving for banana split. I had been craving for it for the last three days. I thought it would go away, but it kept coming to me, rather, it had been sticking to my head. So, after one big bowl of Yong Tau Foo at the food court of the mall next to my office, I started to look for my banana split. The one in my head was somewhat similar to the one served in KFC yonks ago! They had vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice-creams with sliced banana on each side of a longish bowl that looked like a sampan. They also sprinkled chopped peanuts. And yes, don’t forget the much-sought-after cherry on top! Suffice to say, with that image in my head, I started searching. First, I went to ice cream kiosks. They had all the flavours but, they can’t do it the way I wanted it. It’s either in a cup or cone. Then I headed to KFC. Nope they didn’t have it. What’s wrong with these people? It’s banana split for god’s sake!!! How can you live without banana split? I almost gave up when I remembered Haagen daz. Yes! They had one on the second floor.
Gandalf once said. “Show me the meaning of haste”. I bet I showed everyone at the mall what it meant today. When I got to Haagen daz, my eyes started scanning the specialty sundaes and there it was, B-A-N-A-N-A S-P-L-I-T! Yaay!!! Wait! What? RM24 for it??? You kidding me?
I came to my decision very swiftly. “It’s going to be money well spent”, I said to myself. Plus I was already salivating by just looking at the picture. Confidently, I asked for banana split. The girl then asked point blankly, “What flavours?” I was like, “Hey! Banana split’s supposed to have vanilla, chocolate and strawberry flavours. So why do you have to ask what flavour I want?”
“Well sorry ma’am, you can only have two scoops”, she answered.
TWO FREAKING SCOOPS I tell you!!! I wanted all three flavours! It’s not fair to ask me to choose. I was beginning to feel like a small kid when I told myself to snap out of it. Ok, choose I must. And after careful consideration, I chose vanilla and strawberry (only because Mr. Husband had bought one whole chocolate brownies last week). Another darn thing; they served my banana split in a cup. Ah well…at that point I was beyond complaining. I just wanted my ice cream.
Got my ice cream and saw an empty seat some where nearby. Sat down and not long after that, a middle-age lady decided to join me. I was relishing my ice cream and in no mood to make small talks. She kept looking at me and smiled. The thing is; she’s smiling while looking at me and not smiling at me. What’s up with that?
Anyway, glad to say I got my banana split albeit the missing chocolate flavour. Burrppp… Alhamdulillah.
Moving on to another matter, I had a meeting yesterday evening with the directors of this particular organization. We were discussing my package before they issue the letter of offer. I have mixed feeling about the job. Especially when you put a ridiculous expected increment on your salary and they just say they’re willing to pay. Hang on, hang on!! But there’s a “BUT”. After all, there’s no such thing as free lunch these days. Quoting the director, “We do not mind paying the price on the tag if we think it’s worth the money and the job scope justifies it. But you have to bear in mind that when we pay you that much, we expect as much. Long working hours and we OWN you totally during working hours.”
Macam itu pun ada ka?? I mean it’s almost like selling my soul to the devil…LITERALLY! Ideally, I am looking for a comfortable job; one which does not require long hours and one that allows me to go home early almost everyday and one that does not require weekend-in-the-office. My priorities have changed over the years. My career is important, but so does becoming a good wife and mother. I want to strike a balance. Funny how I was so obsessed about making money and now, all I want is a comfortable, wholesome life. I realize I don’t need big cars or house to make me happy (I’m not saying I’ll say “NO” if I was given one). My version of happiness does not require truckloads of money these days.
I want to be a better person. I’ve made many mistakes before and I have no regrets. To err is human…yes. But I’ll be damned if I ever make the same mistakes again. I pray for His forgiveness. I pray for His guidance. I thank Him for His generosity and compassion. I am indeed truly blessed. This humble servant knows she’s been given another shot at making things right and she intends to do just that.
I am nothing but an iota in His great universe.
**********************************************
I was craving for banana split. I had been craving for it for the last three days. I thought it would go away, but it kept coming to me, rather, it had been sticking to my head. So, after one big bowl of Yong Tau Foo at the food court of the mall next to my office, I started to look for my banana split. The one in my head was somewhat similar to the one served in KFC yonks ago! They had vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice-creams with sliced banana on each side of a longish bowl that looked like a sampan. They also sprinkled chopped peanuts. And yes, don’t forget the much-sought-after cherry on top! Suffice to say, with that image in my head, I started searching. First, I went to ice cream kiosks. They had all the flavours but, they can’t do it the way I wanted it. It’s either in a cup or cone. Then I headed to KFC. Nope they didn’t have it. What’s wrong with these people? It’s banana split for god’s sake!!! How can you live without banana split? I almost gave up when I remembered Haagen daz. Yes! They had one on the second floor.
Gandalf once said. “Show me the meaning of haste”. I bet I showed everyone at the mall what it meant today. When I got to Haagen daz, my eyes started scanning the specialty sundaes and there it was, B-A-N-A-N-A S-P-L-I-T! Yaay!!! Wait! What? RM24 for it??? You kidding me?
I came to my decision very swiftly. “It’s going to be money well spent”, I said to myself. Plus I was already salivating by just looking at the picture. Confidently, I asked for banana split. The girl then asked point blankly, “What flavours?” I was like, “Hey! Banana split’s supposed to have vanilla, chocolate and strawberry flavours. So why do you have to ask what flavour I want?”
“Well sorry ma’am, you can only have two scoops”, she answered.
TWO FREAKING SCOOPS I tell you!!! I wanted all three flavours! It’s not fair to ask me to choose. I was beginning to feel like a small kid when I told myself to snap out of it. Ok, choose I must. And after careful consideration, I chose vanilla and strawberry (only because Mr. Husband had bought one whole chocolate brownies last week). Another darn thing; they served my banana split in a cup. Ah well…at that point I was beyond complaining. I just wanted my ice cream.
Got my ice cream and saw an empty seat some where nearby. Sat down and not long after that, a middle-age lady decided to join me. I was relishing my ice cream and in no mood to make small talks. She kept looking at me and smiled. The thing is; she’s smiling while looking at me and not smiling at me. What’s up with that?
Anyway, glad to say I got my banana split albeit the missing chocolate flavour. Burrppp… Alhamdulillah.
posted by Ms O at 10:48 am
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