Get it Right

What can you do when your good isn't good enough

When all that you touch tumbles down.

My best intentions keep making a mess of things

I just want to fix it somehow

But how many times will it take for me to get it right.

Rachel Berry, Glee

Nuptials

Yesterday, my ex-girlfriend just got married.

I envy her fiance. Most of the good qualities of a women are with her. Grace, poise, timid and shyness and most of all, God fearing. Those are the traits that I really want in a woman. The bonuses are the beauty but I still want the bonus. Evil me. But anyhow, I am so proud of her.

I really wanted to go there but I wasn't invited so I couldn't go back home to the Philippines (I wish) but thanks to the photos, I, myself, got involved in the event. Even a bit.

She was pretty. Period.

All my friends were there. All our original classmates on our First Year in Nursing were there except me.

Best wishes to you and your husband, Ms. Julie.

Allegations

Facebook's now blocked here in the office and I begged our IT Manager not to block twitter too. He said yes, but Facebook is still much better than twitter. So I am still bored in the office. Anyway, good thing Blogger was not involved with the major blocking of the sites. That's why I started blogging again.

An allegation (also called adduction) is a claim of a fact by a party in a pleading, which the party claims to be able to prove. Allegations remain assertions without proof, until they can be proved.^[1

That's from Wikipedia, by the way. I would just like to tell them that the statement above is the real meaning of the word, allegation. Accusing things without proof is not allegation. Is Oral Defamation, specifically, Slander.

Defamation—also called calumny, vilification, traducement, slander (for transitory statements), and libel (for written, broadcast, or otherwise published words)—is the communication of a statement that makes a claim, expressly stated or implied to be factual, that may give an individual, business, product, group, government, or nation a negative image. It is usually a requirement that this claim be false and that the publication is communicated to someone other than the person defamed (the claimant).^[1]

Too long? Yes, but without that lengthy paragraph, you can't get all the gist of the word.

Why do I feel like Einstein and quoting them words, you say? It's because I was been alleged and defamed. One of the Managers in the Company that I've worked with accused me of a lot of things. Might as well enumerate some.

1. Stealing. WHO IN THEIR SANE MIND WOULD COMMIT SUCH ACTS HERE IN THE MIDDLE EAST?!? I know for a fact that when you are caught stealing, your hands will be cut and you will be sentenced to death and other gruesome acts. It's a story they've told but regardless if it's true or not, they're should be a price to pay when you steal. It's a sin and it's against the Law. They accused me of stealing money from them. This was the one that I ignored because this really wasn't true. Where will I get money when I myself have money. I earned it by working here.

2. Being close to the girls. It's true. It's true that I'm close to them ladies but I also know the Arab Culture and I have limitations. I didn't kiss one of the girls in the office. Of course not. I didn't commit any obscene acts with the girls also. They're just thinking that way because I think they're just insecure because they can't be with the women I hang around. One employee in fact told the CEO and President that I was caught staring one of my female friends in the office's back while she bent down. Jealous people. As if he would do the same. Staring, also, is different than looking. It's not my problem that I smell so good, my breath smells fresh and I don't have body odor, that I'm a chick magnet.

Actually, there's a lot more to rant about but I'm afraid my mom's going to read it again and gets frustrated because I rant a lot again and it's time for a coffee break.

Sulked 2

You know me, an Emo. Emo as in emotional masochist. Not people who wears black all the time (but I'm wearing one now) and sporting those skinny jeans and applying those eyebrow makeup. I love it when my heart bleeds to death. I love it when people bash at me emotionally and most of all I really love it when I sulk in my bed and cry.

But this situation was different.

15 March 2011, 4:30 PM

One Project Manager stepped in the office with a Major Pain on his kidney for kidney stones. Two stones on the left and 3 on the right. I hope I got it right. Anyway, he showed me an ampule inside a bottle. From the looks of it, I think I already knew what he wanted from me. Giving him and injection intramuscularly. He then elaborated his condition and he needed me to inject the drug on his butt cheek. Sounds easy.

Not.

Then here's the dilemma. You see, I am not a REGISTERED Nurse here in Qatar. I am in the Philippines. For 2 years of work, and 2 years of on the job training, injecting patients are like my thing, not to brag.

Here comes my boss. She told me let a nurse do it for him. What the- i was a bit offended but I respected her decision. So I told the Project Manager the reason. He then gave me a look, a look I will never forget until I die, a look of regret and shame. Deep in his heart I know what that look meant.

He went down, bemused and a bit mad. I then asked one Engineer to translate what is he murmuring about. He told me, 'I'm a FAKE nurse.'

That phrase struck me like lightning. It wobbled my knees making me burst into tears and wept like there's no tomorrow. This has been my most depressing moment for this month. I sipped my coffee and went to the bathroom to cry a bit. It's really not good for a male to cry here, they told. Good thing it was 4:40PM in the afternoon. Twenty more minutes before off-time and some people were not using the comfort room anymore.

At home, I never sulked. My emotional masochism wasn't there. I don't know what happened. I passed out maybe because of being tired, and hurt.