my mate werking wif me, has a ruptured left ankle ligament, he
has made an appt for an op and still waiting for a date to be
fixed
for the whole morning, his leg was aching, much to the fact that he
went on his normal tasks, bearing wif the pain, could see that hes
suffering judging from his face, my boss knows abt it and told him
to go report sick, but he refused to saying its alright, however
after lunch the pain really got so unbearable, my boss actually
forced him to go to the medic centre.. since he is walking wif a
limp now i was task to escort him there.
when i push open the glass door, i heard loud music playing, in the
middle of the medical ctr is a table tennis table, the mo was
playing table tennis wif half his no.3 top tucked out n rest of the
medics are lifting weights or chatting. One medic came and ask wads
the problem and my friend told him, he relay the msg to the mo who
somehow looked irritated in the midst of this table tennis game, he
told my friend to wait and continue playing,until abt 10min later
he came over and examined my friend BESIDE the tennis table, he
touch his ankle like 4-5 sec and open his file, he asked wads the
pes status of my friend, my friend replied c9l2 temp, the mo then
reply n say ok now its perm, and excuse perm RMJ, he smile and
walkaway, told my friend to wait for painkiller and went back to
his game.
my friend limped over n told him sir i m really in pain, the MO
YELLED at my friend say u got c9l2 PERM already WAD MORE U WANT
!
he give me this feeling as though we were there to keng and he gave
us wad we want n we shld go now
the mo then continue to yell telling my friend not to come here n
PLAY PUNK, he got c9l2 perm liao n shld go now, anything go find
his own doctor outside
i shake my head in disbelief, lookin at the half tuck no 3 uniform
and the 3 gold bars on his shoulder
he got such a good life, work few hrs in the morning for report
sick timing, after that can play table tennis for the rest of the
day, 5.30pm go home, big bucks, high rank, wad a LIFE