Early this morning, I received a call from my mother. A call that was apparently made upon my father's urging. A parent calling to chastise a child. Yes, I'm 30 but I'm still quite capable of doing things that require rebuke from my dear parents. ((( sheepish grin )))
My parents read my Open Letter to Emu (sometimes I forget that they read my blog) (((2nd sheepish grin))) and they were rather concerned with the way it reeked of vehemence. Mom wasn't mad or anything, just very concerned with the language and the viciousness she saw in the letter.
I explained the entire situation behind the letter, in that sheepish-defensive way a child tries to justify her bad behaviour when confronted by a parent. Mom listened and made the appropriately supportive comments and then I was bestowed my Lesson of the Day.
And as usual, everything they had to say was wise and true.
* Remember the rule: Do not make promises when in ecstatic joy and do not write a letter when in extreme anger.
* Your parents did not raise you to use foul language (((oh aku sungguh maluuu... why oh why didn't I change the 'b' into a 'w')))
* The workplace is a small space. To nurture such anger in that little space would be asking for unnecessary trouble.
* Do not get angry and waste your emotions on 2nd-hand gossip.
* You have never bothered about what people said about you so why start now.
And thus, I am approriately chastened and rather embarrassed. The only reason I'm sharing my lesson here is just in case my siblings are reading.
Remember guys, your Never-Do-Wrong (Middle-aged) Kakak still gets a scolding from Mama & Baba too, okay (((3rd sheepish grin)))
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Open Letter to Emu
Dear Emu,
I haven’t had much contact with you since you transferred to another department. However, I can still hear your loud bleating from where you now sit despite us being separated on different ends of the floor. To say that I’m relieved to have you out of the department would be an understatement. I am immensely grateful that you decided to leave on your own accord because if you hadn’t, I think I would have had to resort to desperate measures, and I have a 2-year old to think about so jail-time is not an option.
You never really bothered me much while you were in our department. Yes, your occasional outbursts on petty little things were rather distracting at times. And yes, your incessant bitching and gossiping was beginning to sound like a swarm of mosquitoes to my ears. But you and I got along fine. We communicated when we had to, and left each other alone the rest of the times.
Or so I thought.
Now I find out that behind your façade of helpfulness and goodwill was an evil, bitter heart. Telling my colleagues (especially Fran, my closest workmate), that I’m not to be trusted was a low blow. Apparently, you find my efficiency and hard-work offensive somehow and you prefer to attribute my success to allegations of brown-nosing and deception.
If I weren’t restrained by Fran yesterday, I would’ve marched right where you sit right now and beat you to a pulp. And don’t think I can’t do that, Emu. You may be taller and larger than me but I’ve got years of martial arts behind me and a strong motivation to go for the kill.
How DARE you insinuate that I am climbing the ladder by persecuting my colleagues?
I have been nothing but helpful to all of them, including YOU. And the outright LIE of me sending vicious anonymous emails to the boss, allegedly tipping her off on the wrongdoings of my colleagues… THIS particular slander is cause for me to rip your head off from your neck. ANYONE who knows me knows that I have no qualms about one-on-one confrontations. An anonymous email is most definitely NOT my style.
Fran insists that I don’t confront you for your wild allegations and malicious slander. As a testament to my friendship with her, I will refrain from creating such a scene… for now. But once she’s gone, I am going to deal with you the way you deserve to be dealt with.
You don’t mess with me, bitch.
Especially not with an assassination of my character.
When you slander me, you slander the parents who raised me and the rest of my family.
You will not get away with this.
Trust me on that.
MOST SINCERELY,
She-Who-Never-Forgets
***This letter was written in a fit of anger and the writer has since regretted her actions. She is pondering whether or not to delete this letter from the blog but has yet to reach a decision***
I haven’t had much contact with you since you transferred to another department. However, I can still hear your loud bleating from where you now sit despite us being separated on different ends of the floor. To say that I’m relieved to have you out of the department would be an understatement. I am immensely grateful that you decided to leave on your own accord because if you hadn’t, I think I would have had to resort to desperate measures, and I have a 2-year old to think about so jail-time is not an option.
You never really bothered me much while you were in our department. Yes, your occasional outbursts on petty little things were rather distracting at times. And yes, your incessant bitching and gossiping was beginning to sound like a swarm of mosquitoes to my ears. But you and I got along fine. We communicated when we had to, and left each other alone the rest of the times.
Or so I thought.
Now I find out that behind your façade of helpfulness and goodwill was an evil, bitter heart. Telling my colleagues (especially Fran, my closest workmate), that I’m not to be trusted was a low blow. Apparently, you find my efficiency and hard-work offensive somehow and you prefer to attribute my success to allegations of brown-nosing and deception.
If I weren’t restrained by Fran yesterday, I would’ve marched right where you sit right now and beat you to a pulp. And don’t think I can’t do that, Emu. You may be taller and larger than me but I’ve got years of martial arts behind me and a strong motivation to go for the kill.
How DARE you insinuate that I am climbing the ladder by persecuting my colleagues?
I have been nothing but helpful to all of them, including YOU. And the outright LIE of me sending vicious anonymous emails to the boss, allegedly tipping her off on the wrongdoings of my colleagues… THIS particular slander is cause for me to rip your head off from your neck. ANYONE who knows me knows that I have no qualms about one-on-one confrontations. An anonymous email is most definitely NOT my style.
Fran insists that I don’t confront you for your wild allegations and malicious slander. As a testament to my friendship with her, I will refrain from creating such a scene… for now. But once she’s gone, I am going to deal with you the way you deserve to be dealt with.
You don’t mess with me, bitch.
Especially not with an assassination of my character.
When you slander me, you slander the parents who raised me and the rest of my family.
You will not get away with this.
Trust me on that.
MOST SINCERELY,
She-Who-Never-Forgets
***This letter was written in a fit of anger and the writer has since regretted her actions. She is pondering whether or not to delete this letter from the blog but has yet to reach a decision***
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