Working world

I felt real lousy today. Just real lousy.

I never felt so much like crying, over seemingly trivial issues.

This is the 1st time I sprained my ankle. I don't wish for it to happen but it did. And it isn't a good experience. Today, after I unwrapped the bandage by the Chinese sinseh, it seems some parts of my ankle have blue-black bruises on them. It looks scary and I was at work today. I wish I could work from home (Well, I had already been on a few days MC).

That's 1 reason I felt lousy. Going back to work made it worse. Though some of my colleagues did ask about what happened to me and how I fell, it felt like small talk. I had this thought in my mind; "let's see if anyone would volunteer to help me fill water as they went to the pantry or buy back lunch for me." No one did. I repeat No one did.

Reality is sad.

Sigh. Goodness, cant they tell walking was very tiring for me? Yes, the pantry is probably only 50m away but I was limping! Ok... Never mind... I shall be an independent strong girl.

I am really sad. I guess if the office environment was more friendly and sincere, I wouldn't be so bogged down by my injury. Cos normally I am happy-go-lucky. Maybe I shouldn't compare with my previous company... However, this incident that happened today really gripped my heart with coldness. But why? Why??

I wanted to claim my medical receipts and filled up the medical claims form and placed it on my admin person's table. When she came back form lunch, her reaction was, "Oh, this claims you can just give it to HR, no need to go through me." and she gave it back to me.

HELLO!!!!! I was like HR is not very far but in my condition, it IS VERY FAR. It's another 70m away. And it IS REALLY VERY FAR. She just give the form back to me without offering to go to HR for me. And I haven't say she went for lunch without asking me if I needed her help to buy back a packet lunch as all the sales people were out for a meeting, so only left me and her. When noon came, she told me she's going for lunch and I replied "Ok". Couldn't be bothered to request her to HELP me packet lunch. Yah, so lunchtime I limped my way downstairs and bought my OWN lunch, not heeding the stares I had from passers-by.

Is this the real working world? The dog-eat-dog, the selfish world? The stick- to-your-protective-way world? Is this the harsh reality? My heart shudders.

Please tell me.