Someone asked me that a few days ago, he was referring to my entries on modern slavery…my relentless attack on employers making their
Have you all ever wondered? Are you all curious? Or you all just assume that I am a lazy person, never wanted to put in the extra effort to build my career.
Do you wanna know why?... Let tell you why…
I officially finish work at 5.45pm from Monday to Thursday. On Friday, the misleading document that I signed states that my office hour ends on 4.45pm. Not bad right? But I have never… I repeat… never left my office on those stipulated time.
The same happened on 20 March 2007, I was supposed to finish work at 5.45pm, but I can't leave on time. By the way, leaving your office at the stipulated time is NOT leaving early… it’s leaving ON TIME! Anyway, on that day, I have to work late because there was much to do. If I remember correctly, there were some queries from London.
I left my office at 8.10pm. I am very sure of the time because as I specifically look at the time in my handphone after I received a call. That call was from my brother, telling me Mom has fainted. When I looked at the time then, it was 8.15pm and I still remember where I was when I took the call. From my office to that spot, the journey will probably take 5 minutes. So working back, I left my office at 8.10pm.
Now, followers of A.Z.A.I.G. will probably know what happened to my Mom. She passed away on 21 March 2007, a day after she collapsed after suffering from cerebral haemorrhage. I have been doing some reading about that condition and also based on some things the doctor told me during those times in the hospital. I have discovered that a person suffering from cerebral haemorrhage needs IMMEDIATE medical attention. If my Mom was discovered early and she was admitted to the hospital quick enough, the doctor would have been able to administer the drug to control the blood pressure sooner and while the chances may still be slim… my Mom could have survived. Or at least, I would have been able to at least speak to my mom more because the first few minutes after cerebral haemorrhage, patients are said to be still conscious. But when I reached home after my brother’s call, my mom was no longer responding to anything.
My Mom used to pray everyday at 7.00pm, and it usually last for about 45 minutes, which means by 7.45pm, she would have completed her prayer. When I reached home, Mom was still in her praying costume and my brother informed me that he found mom on the floor, in a kneeling position.
Question of the day… what time did my Mom collapse? Yeah, it should be any time between 7.00pm to 7.45pm. But she was not found until 8.15pm and by the time we admitted her to the hospital, it was probably 8.40pm. By the time the drug was administered to her, it could have been 9.00pm. Based on a worst case scenario, if Mom collapsed at 7.05pm, that was almost 2 hour after she collapsed… that’s too late already.
Now… I am supposed to finish work at 5.45pm and since I am blessed with the fact that I can reach home within 15 minutes, I should have been home at 6.00pm, 6.10pm latest. I should have been able to send my mom as soon as she collapsed. Even if that fail to save her life, I could have at least have a last short conversation with her… something like… “What’s for dinner?”… “This tastes good… or bad”.
But no… that didn’t happen…
Because I worked late… no, I didn’t get any over-time claim… I don’t get to claim any meal allowance. All I get is that I can tell people I have some high level report to London to complete and that I have tele-conference with the British regularly.
Yeah, this is a personal battle between me and working late… all because I feel the cost I paid was too much to bear, and it is something that will scar me forever. No money or fame can replace the hurt I feel, the lost I experience.
Now do you know why I hate the fact that we are made to work late?
Mom, sorry that I chose the career path ahead of coming home to dine with you, please forgive me.