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The coffee at work has really been giving me stomach problems. I don't normally drink coffee at work, but the past 2 days, I've been quite tired and have been in need of it. Well yesterday, one of my coworkers and I went to get some ramen and rice over at the marketplace. I had a cup of coffee later, and I immediately needed to "take care of things" in the men's room. I thought I just had some bad ramen or rice or something. But I was talking about how I had a stomach ache yesterday to another coworker and she mentioned that it must be the coffee because it gave her stomach aches too. So I realized it must have been the coffee...and today, I needed another pick-me-upper... I keep forgetting to restock my frap drawer, so I had to have the coffee again...needless to say, it happened again. My boss probably thinks I'm just slackin around, but in actuality, I'm in the John trying to resolve my issues. I'd rather be working boss, trust me. Man, I wonder how long it'll take me to get used to this damn coffee. Hopefully I won't need it anymore, and when I do, I think I'll go for my own, or maybe a soda instead.
Funny how the smallest observations(in my case, a meeting) can help change one's perspective. I just realized something today. I don't know why today and not any other day, but at least it got realized. As most people are aware, I work at a company where most of our people are Japanese and do not have the greatest command of English. It's really hard to understand them some of the time, which can lead to a lot of communication gaps and misunderstandings. The point is simply to have patience and things will come accross sooner or later(sooner than later I usually hope). ...So I'm sitting in a meeting earlier today, falling asleep, trying to decipher what person-san is trying to get across to us, as usual, and I start to feel guilty. Why? Because I was suddenly reminded about how things are at home. How pop has trouble recalling his English and how my command of Ilocano is not very good so it's hard for us to communicate with one another. It really breaks my heart that we can't talk like we used to, and often times, I get so frustrated and I end up getting really short with him. My frustration comes mainly from the fact that I know he knows what he wants to say, but can't say it. That this is the man who raised me, the man who could never be hurt, was never sick, was always doing so much, yet never over-exerted himself. Since the day that all changed, it's been pretty tough, and through it all I thank God everyday that I still have my pop, and often times, I believe I take that for granted. I have to remember who it's tougher on... Funny how one meeting can remind me how selfish I've been....
"Our lives are not dependent on whether or not we have conflict. It is what we do with conflict that makes the difference."
-Thomas Crum
The coffee at work has really been giving me stomach problems. I don't normally drink coffee at work, but the past 2 days, I've been quite tired and have been in need of it. Well yesterday, one of my coworkers and I went to get some ramen and rice over at the marketplace. I had a cup of coffee later, and I immediately needed to "take care of things" in the men's room. I thought I just had some bad ramen or rice or something. But I was talking about how I had a stomach ache yesterday to another coworker and she mentioned that it must be the coffee because it gave her stomach aches too. So I realized it must have been the coffee...and today, I needed another pick-me-upper... I keep forgetting to restock my frap drawer, so I had to have the coffee again...needless to say, it happened again. My boss probably thinks I'm just slackin around, but in actuality, I'm in the John trying to resolve my issues. I'd rather be working boss, trust me. Man, I wonder how long it'll take me to get used to this damn coffee. Hopefully I won't need it anymore, and when I do, I think I'll go for my own, or maybe a soda instead.
Funny how the smallest observations(in my case, a meeting) can help change one's perspective. I just realized something today. I don't know why today and not any other day, but at least it got realized. As most people are aware, I work at a company where most of our people are Japanese and do not have the greatest command of English. It's really hard to understand them some of the time, which can lead to a lot of communication gaps and misunderstandings. The point is simply to have patience and things will come accross sooner or later(sooner than later I usually hope). ...So I'm sitting in a meeting earlier today, falling asleep, trying to decipher what person-san is trying to get across to us, as usual, and I start to feel guilty. Why? Because I was suddenly reminded about how things are at home. How pop has trouble recalling his English and how my command of Ilocano is not very good so it's hard for us to communicate with one another. It really breaks my heart that we can't talk like we used to, and often times, I get so frustrated and I end up getting really short with him. My frustration comes mainly from the fact that I know he knows what he wants to say, but can't say it. That this is the man who raised me, the man who could never be hurt, was never sick, was always doing so much, yet never over-exerted himself. Since the day that all changed, it's been pretty tough, and through it all I thank God everyday that I still have my pop, and often times, I believe I take that for granted. I have to remember who it's tougher on... Funny how one meeting can remind me how selfish I've been....
"Our lives are not dependent on whether or not we have conflict. It is what we do with conflict that makes the difference."
-Thomas Crum
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