When You Fall into A Pit, You either Die or Get Out!

Time flies. Too many things had happened since I had last jot down in this humble journal of mine. I was being too busy to even crack my head for any sentence to start with. I also put the blame on being tired of putting up with others around me, especially at work.

I am on a month’s break from work and spending my once familiar lady of leisure life with my family in the ancient city of Rome, Italy. Sightseeing was fun here as in addition, we get to teach the younger generation to cherish what they actually have right now in life, because nothing stays forever. The once upon a time Great Romanian Empire is now left with remnants of buildings and sites that tourists go to click their cameras for remembrance, while it lasts.

As I was looking out of the window one day, watching my children enjoying their Mediterranean winter like most afternoons, it struck me - had I made the right choice a couple of years ago to help my hubby’s friend to be sacrificing those playing outside?...Was it worth all the issues and obstacles that I had gone through for all the misleading and invalid reasons? Amongst all of those, there’s one particular issue that still bugs me and it made me think hard to put my options right back on track.

To someone with a humbly vast experience like mine from many entities and industries, and to top it of, working for the sake of fulfilling my hubby’s friendship’s obligation; office politics is just not my cup of tea anymore as power struggle has been long obsolete in my wish list. Nevertheless, to compete with the young, not appropriately qualified, inadequate experienced and arrogant executives, is a refreshing challenge to me.

As a bonus, I do understand that most aspects of my colourful life attract jealousy to some especially spinsters, but that does not allow them to write and spread slanders about me. Goodness!!! (With that attitude, no wonder they are where and what they are!)

Then again, to still keep my sleeves folded up teaching the incompetent (who obviously do not wish to be taught and corrected!) while facing inappropriate slanders and accusations, is not part of my bargain. My experience, talents and knowledge could be well channeled and used to educate people who really want to improve themselves. Or, I can be stingy enough and develop my part time business  into a full swing business empire (although I had decided years ago to maintain my lady of leisure life and follow my hubby around the world, while watching the children grow!).

Right now, all that I know is that this break is high in my chart this year, as I had gone through a 10 weeks’ old miscarriage last October. It was a painful and disappointing experience. Despite of juggling a busy life between work and the kids, I was actually rather looking forward to the pregnancy. I was quietly wishing that it would be a girl this time. I suppose, The Almighty has mercy on me and has other plans for me later.

Three weeks ago, somewhere between Muscat and the Mediterranean Sea, I was telling myself that this holidays is not going to be as what I would expect. I was automatically preparing my mental to be working from afar. As usual, my instinct never fails me. The minute I switched on my mobile once I set foot in Fiumicino Airport, the messages and missed calls gave me a sore eye. It has been always ridiculously that way where there would not be space of privacy and peace each time I am away from the office, may it be on my Annual Leave, Medical Leave or even Maternity Leave! I used to console myself at the beginning of this job that it comes together with the responsibility package as all the procedures and systems are still in trial run; but it has been two years plus! Gosh! Teaching a two year old toddler is an easier task than this!

And for the record, those who are still wondering and banging their heads asking, “Who died and made you the king?”; my answer is, “My employer is very much alive and made me the executor ! And, the fun part is that I am paid to do just that!”.

All in all, at the end of each day, the lesson that I am still trying to grasp and digest from this episode of my life, is when I start to ponder on what my Dad used to teach me. He once told me if something is not worth the effort, let it be. Do not fight it; let it go (wherever it may want to flow). So, in short, I may let them drown in their own arrogant attitude. Life is too short to be wasting my time upon being the unsung hero for those who do not have the guts to be there when their army needs them. There are more Very Important People that I can attend and render my services to, which no price tag can bid….my family. It’s always worth ALL the effort!.