Good morning and thank you for joining me for this lovely chat on this cool autumn Saturday. The weather this week seems to be improving, getting warmer day-by-day though the heat is still not on at the office. I will have something hot today. I have hot tea, hot cocoa, cappuccino, and coffee. What would you like?
If we were having coffee or the drink of your choosing, I would tell you I’m just beginning to feel better today. Ever since Monday, I’ve been ill. The roller coaster temperature last week put my immune system through quite a test and it made me realize I’m not back to 100%. My immune system is still weaker than before the lupus attacked me.
It began with infected gums, then came the intermittent fever and chills, and finally came the sore throat and earache. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt worse. The worst part was (yes, even worst than the chills and headaches) I couldn’t take any pain reliever.
I’m doing my carpal tunnel surgery next Monday and under doctor’s order, I can’t have any aspirin 10 days before the procedure and pain reliever (Advil, Tylenol, Ibuprofen, etc) 5 days before. So how did I get better?
The worst was on Thursday. That was when I had sore throat and earache. When I got home, my mom dug through the box full of Chinese medicine and gave me some kind of herbal tea. I slept especially well that night. No dreams, at last. I woke up on Friday morning feeling the best I’ve felt all week.
If we were having hot beverage of our choice, I would tell you I think I pissed off the big bad Mr. COO. On Thursday afternoon, he was giving me a lecture on recording sales. He thought I was putting the August shipments in September’s financial statement. He must had thought I was really dumb. He asked me to get a total tonnage shipped in August and had my numbers compared with the shipping department’s numbers.
I didn’t stay for the finale because it was time to leave. On Friday morning, I found out from my new colleague that Mr. COO was not happy my number matched with the shipping department.
Isn’t that a good thing? Apparently not.
I think he was just trying to find a way to prove I’m incompetent at my job. He said there was no way we only shipped so few tons in August but you’ve seen the numbers, what more proof do you need?
On Friday afternoon, he brought up a shipment from July and had me check the truck freight for that shipment. When I showed him the invoice and pointed to the number, he didn’t believe me. “No, I don’t think so,” he said.
I flipped it to the last page and showed him the calculation in his own writing. He laughed, “This doesn’t prove anything.” I gave up. I got up, left the office and went to the shipping office. You can argue all you want but you cannot contradict numbers and your own handwriting.
Later, when I returned, I found a large pile of invoices on my desk waiting to be recorded and reimbursed. I believe that’s punishment for contradicting him. I don’t care though. You are human, you are not God. You’re not always right. You make mistakes.
If we were having hot beverages of our choice, I would thank you again for joining me on this Saturday and hope to see you again next Saturday.