The Ungrateful Son

        A son asked his mother to buy his tickets for his trip back from campus online. After having bought the tickets, the mother gave him the ticket reference ID for him to print it himself. After looking at it and about ready to print it, the son became mad. The ticket had all the right details. His name, departure date, return date. The only thing he wasn't satisfied was the seat and coach. Mind you, he told his mother to buy a train ticket.

       Now, trains have this 3 types of coaches. The first type is the second-class couch, where the seats are quite packed, and the cheapest. The second type is the first-class bunker, where the whole coach is made up of bunker beds, about 20 beds on each side. The last coach is the first-class seats, where you have more leg space and is considerably much more comfortable compared to the second-class seats. And also the most expensive.

       Now the issue here is that the son wanted to take the bunker coach. He wishes to lay-around, snooze for a bit, and when he saw the ticket, it's not what he wanted. He felt hot inside. Anger swelling. He wanted to tell his mother, complain to her on why she bought the wrong ticket. But then it dawned to him. Why must he complain about something that his mother gave him? She bought it for him, when HE himself requested her using HER money. He realised that he didn't even told her which seat he wanted anyway. A mother love knows no bound. He looked at the ticket again and saw the couch: it was the First-Class Seat. His own mother, without him telling her which coach to buy, bought the most expensive one just for him. He felt ashamed.

      "How could I?" he asked himself. Why did he, even if it was just for a moment, felt such anger? He realised that he has this unkindly trait of being ungrateful. Has his heart become dark? Even to his own mother? These are the questions he asked. He quickly compose himself and thank his mother. He knows that he was wrong. He felt humbled by this event, however minor of an event it is. Thus, he learned a valuable lesson on gratitude: you may not get what you wanted, but sometimes you may get something better.

       
And that son, ladies and gentlemen, was me.

Ciao.

The Unsolved Payment

Today, after 2 weeks, I finally met the treasury department about a certain payment. A payment that has been put on hold for almost 1 year. After giving the clerk all the details last two weeks, I came up to her today and wanted to see the progress. Lucky that I did. Apparently they need more stuff to verify before the payment can commence. Me, being tired of handling this thing any longer than it should, just nodded and went on my way. After brainstorm on various of solving the problem(forging signatures, collecting old forms), I finally can see the perfect plan. Only thing standing my way is to implement the plan. Hopefully its the last.

Man, isn't it tiresome handling this thing. For almost a year this payment have not gone through and all because of bad management. I admit I have contributed to this mess but the thing is, now I know who I should not give the responsibility on handling this payment. This could have been settled if it weren't for that person meddling in this business. Now I'm out so please, let the demons of the past stay in the past.

That's all for this time. Till next we meet.

Ciao