What price, dignity?..

If you read my last blog, you will know that I had a meet up or ‘interview’ with an ex colleague. I looked up to her because she mentored me during my 1st years in the spa industry. Gosh, I was a teenager still. But yes, you read right. I used past tense on ‘look’. That’s probably because I will not know where to look anymore when I see her next..

The rate she offered me was lower than abysmal. This, even after she knows of the experience that I have collected in almost 15 years as a therapist, head therapist, trainer, executive, manager. I have worn several hats and I have tasted life as a fulltime staff with complete benefits, permanent part time staff with pro rated benefits and also the life of a carefree freelance therapist. I have been ALL that, and I am aware of the differing pay structures and rates. Heck, I sooo gotta know because one of my duties were to help hire, interview, train and also amend commission rates based on current industry rates. Now, I cannot be telling on the most basic hourly rate here but I can tell you that what I was offered in a ‘take it or leave it’ mode was lesser than what I saw in the employment poster in a fast food joint. My girlfriend and I were having pre-movie dinner there and I was aghast to realise that they offer higher hourly rate than my ‘high and mighty’ ex co! My gf was disgusted too upon hearing the harrowing experience I had. And I thought she needed the help and was looking forward to have my experience onboard her spa biz because she approached me and asked me a couple of times! I was of course just offering temporary help till I get clearance from a work contract, in all honesty.

10 or 15 years ago I would have given her some of my disgusted and shell shocked piece of mind and then some.. And oh, I would so love to that day in her cubicle of an office! But I left politely, after saying I shall consider her proposed rates. I managed to tell her though, of how freelance/part time therapists are paid normally and currently. To which she bluntly and abrasively exclaimed- (yes, she can be both blunt AND sharp, and it can be a good thing sometimes but not at this moment) that “It’s too high!!” Wow. I cannot find my tongue, so I looked at her in her challenging eyes and smiled. Then it was all the niceties of goodbye (should there be any?) and I left her establishment without looking back.

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The thing that struck me 1st was how she didn’t change at all. Never listening, solid, rash, firm and blunt. NOBODY has escaped arguing with her because she picks them often. The 2nd that surfaced was how much I have changed. I would like to believe that it was for the better. Because I do not see any good in replying her insults with mine which I know neither of us will want to sleep better with.. I also contemplated kicking her teeth in after bashing her overdone coiffure with my lime hobo bag but naaaah. I shall keep that contemplation within the perimeters of my tortured mind. Gandhi said:
“An eye for an eye makes the world go blind”.
Either it was him or a hopeful optometrist, optician or an eye specialist..

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Gandhi, the quote sage..

I am brought to a renewal lesson in this episode. That it was not my ego that rejected her, but it was my older and amplified dignity that will not take unjustified and underpaid crap like this. I know it is not my ego because I walked away with a smile that got even wider as the distance between us drew.

As I sat and have a cuppa to recover in the midday sun, I realised too that perhaps she thought I was the one being unreasonable. And perhaps she also realised that she too has dignity and it will crumble if she depended on my accounts of what is current and present. And perhaps she felt that it was necessary to stay firm in giving me the entry level rate because it was justified.

I only know of one difference though in all our probable discoveries of similar but polar things.

I am not cheaper.

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Blessings of family, love and the very air that I breathe!

Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.

That’s what they say.

The holy and blessed month of Ramadan passed us by and now, we are living through Syawal with still a lot of festive mood left for family and friends house visitations.

I have been a housewife/SAHM/fulltime therapist at home/freelancing therapist for almost 1.5 months now. Turned down a job that I have already gotten in hand to agree to take another that was more promising in the long run with more responsibilities and creative space. BUT look what it has got me to, now? The favored job is facing a shocking and somewhat temporary delay. So, I wait. And wait.. Le sigh.

I am sure things will work out OK in the end, just like it always does. Insyaallah.
Tomorrow I am meeting an ex colleague from a loooong time ago, basically 1 of my 1st 2 mentors. I can offer temporary help to support her therapists (she owns spas now). Lets see how it goes. Keeping my mind and heart open, as always. The ONLY way to receive (good) things, I believe!

Aside from that all, my darling son turned 2 on 18th Aug!  Yayyyy!

On this blessed day, my son was born.. Love this Colorstrology!

He is such a wordsmith already, really.. He amazes me with what I didn’t have; the gift of outspoken gab when I was his age. I was sooo timid and shy. I still am. Gosh, how I am so proud of him. Even though they don’t call it the terrible 2s for nothing.. Urrrgh. He can be the trickster, the sullen, the joker, the precocious wild child, the hippie who kisses and says hello to his plush toy ginger cat, teddy bears, bugs, ants and flowers and wishes goodnight to his fav clock tower, the precious loverboy kissing and hugging his cousins.. And many more. But to me, he is THE better part of me that will be made visible for this awe-filled eyes to witness, every day of my semi-charmed life. I thank God for him. Err, and to my husband too of course. 😉

The 2 to prove that he's been terrible!

The 2 to prove that he’s been terrible!

 

Family portrait.. Check out Shaq's non-conforming pose. he KNOWS we are taking a pic. Hummmph.

Family portrait.. Check out Shaq’s non-conforming pose. he KNOWS we are taking a pic. Hummmph.

We were blessed to have good air after the weeks of terrible haze in June, a yearly result from forest fires in Indonesia. But guess, who’s back? Yup. I started my day with an almost familiar shudder when I opened my doors and windows to a picture of a fog, and burnt smell. I thought it was just the burning of incense and joss papers for the Hungry Ghost month from my fellow flat dwellers. It was actually THAT plus the haze bitch. Dang! My mind went “Diffuse, diffuse, diffuse!!” Off I go and diffused my darling Myrtle essential oil from Young Living.

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A huge relief came wafting through the air for me. Positive vibes and amended mood too. But when it was 5.30pm and I set out to fetch Shaq from his toddler school, I began to feel nauseated. Maybe it was the heavy garlic from my chicken rice. Or it’s just the air, really. Thank heavens I have this in my bag!! :

Breathe Again roll on

From Young Living’s website:

“Breathe Again™ Essential Oil Roll-on is a proprietary blend of oils specially formulated to support respiratory wellness. Breathe Again contains four powerful eucalyptus oils: Eucalyptus staigeriana, Eucalyptus globulus, Eucalyptus radiata, and Young Living’s original Ecuador single, Eucalyptus blue. Eucalyptus oils contain high amounts of cineole, which has been studied for its potential to support healthy lung function. The essential oils peppermint, myrtle, and copaiba also play an integral part in this blend. Breathe Again is available in a portable roll-on applicator, making natural relief available anywhere.”

I went crazy with it and rolled it generously on my throat, temples and nose! Less than 10mins, I burped out thrice.. Ewww. I felt better after all that. Phewwww. Behold, my new good friend- apart from the roll on for the pits! Lol.

Truly blessed that I have all these help form Mother Nature, alhamdulillah.. Now, if only I am persistent enough to follow through with helping myself with the bouts of eczema with these oils. I tried a couple of times and it gets better, and then I will forget/take for granted because I am better. Sheeeesh. I must must persevere.

Blessings are what you get and deserve when you work and build yourself towards it, no? I am perpetually counting mine. 🙂
Right now though, I could do with a deep tissue massage! 😉