I would like to take this opportunity to celebrate the end of me taking four pills a time. It’s not a big deal but god it feels good to not have four elongated objects in my mouth to swallow. So, yes, yay!!
Remember that malaria affected-in-the-brain Indian cleaner lady in UN I was talking about last time? Well, I’ve reached the point where I’m getting a bit annoyed by her. Yesterday, MissMalaria came into our office room with a plate with pamelo on it. She asked us to eat it and then she said she would just leave it in our office room. Ok, I have to admit I could LOVE a person regardless of how unhygienic he/she is BUT I can be a bit of a hygiene queen. I think everyone is. Like, I would run on mud and eat food with someone’s spoon or slurp with someone’s straw but when it comes to diseases, things can get a bit gross. So, my colleague told me yesterday about how MissMalaria would peel a fruit. First, she would slice it and then with what’s left on the knife, she would lick her fingers which would be holding the knife. Then, she would also lick the other fingers she’d be holding the fruit with. Last time, I drank the lime juice she made for me with lots of courage but there was NO WAY this pamelo was gonna be in my mouth.
Today, she came in with Fried Noodle. The deal is no one orders anything but she would enter offices with things she’s done and people would buy it off her cos they feel bad. I mean, I do care about people’s poverty and I’ve done what I could. I gave her 3000 kyats for her medical charges once when she asked me but buying something I don’t want from her just because she would be selling it with the whole “but I’ve made it and it’s either you buy it or I lose” face does not really pluck my sympathy veins. So, I’m not sure who’s gonna be paying for the pamelo she’s left in the room and we all said no to her fried noodle. It’s just too much. It’s the whole habitual trait. Once you’ve done something, people keep wanting more.
The other thing that upset me today was how I couldn’t static probe my colleague. In high school, my classmate would take off his shoes, rub his socks with the carpet of our music class room and poke me with his finger and the next thing you know, I get zapped and laughed at. Today, I took off my shoes, rubbed it with the carpet on the office floor and probed my colleague and it didn’t work. Epic fail to the max!
Remember that malaria affected-in-the-brain Indian cleaner lady in UN I was talking about last time? Well, I’ve reached the point where I’m getting a bit annoyed by her. Yesterday, MissMalaria came into our office room with a plate with pamelo on it. She asked us to eat it and then she said she would just leave it in our office room. Ok, I have to admit I could LOVE a person regardless of how unhygienic he/she is BUT I can be a bit of a hygiene queen. I think everyone is. Like, I would run on mud and eat food with someone’s spoon or slurp with someone’s straw but when it comes to diseases, things can get a bit gross. So, my colleague told me yesterday about how MissMalaria would peel a fruit. First, she would slice it and then with what’s left on the knife, she would lick her fingers which would be holding the knife. Then, she would also lick the other fingers she’d be holding the fruit with. Last time, I drank the lime juice she made for me with lots of courage but there was NO WAY this pamelo was gonna be in my mouth.
Today, she came in with Fried Noodle. The deal is no one orders anything but she would enter offices with things she’s done and people would buy it off her cos they feel bad. I mean, I do care about people’s poverty and I’ve done what I could. I gave her 3000 kyats for her medical charges once when she asked me but buying something I don’t want from her just because she would be selling it with the whole “but I’ve made it and it’s either you buy it or I lose” face does not really pluck my sympathy veins. So, I’m not sure who’s gonna be paying for the pamelo she’s left in the room and we all said no to her fried noodle. It’s just too much. It’s the whole habitual trait. Once you’ve done something, people keep wanting more.
The other thing that upset me today was how I couldn’t static probe my colleague. In high school, my classmate would take off his shoes, rub his socks with the carpet of our music class room and poke me with his finger and the next thing you know, I get zapped and laughed at. Today, I took off my shoes, rubbed it with the carpet on the office floor and probed my colleague and it didn’t work. Epic fail to the max!
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