That Ramadan Sarah was conceived. I remember it because I rarely did it with Lizzie. So rare that I knew when we actually conceived our daughters. Sarah was indeed a special baby. On the day she was born we thought we are going to lose her. There were some complications. Her lungs were filled with fluid. She had to undergo a[s] operation. The doctor had to poke a hole to drain the fluid out.
1999 was really a terrible year for me. I lost my business due to the illness and what hurts the most was I had been betrayed by my partner and associates.
It was really a painful experience. I basically don't know what to do. I thought I had gone crazy.
For 3 months I didn't do anything. We had mountains of debts and no income. Then in December I got an offer to join HP. I had not recovered from the aftermath of my world crumbling down. I wasn't ready for the corporate life.
Yet, on the eve of Y2K I was WORKING in the office. My immediate boss was a dickhead. He was so full of hot air that he ran the Government Marketing Unit as if it is his own company. I don't normally label a person an asshole but this *guy[s] was a total jerk. As a new employee I came to the office sharp at 9:00 am.
* Ah... We had the same problem it seems LOL.
Razak my boss will come at 2:00 pm and I have to stay back until 3:00 to 4:00 am following him to karaoke joints where he made his shady dealings with the resellers. The whole marketing team of HP Sales Malaysia was dirty. They didn't sell direct. They managed the resellers. So normally the reseller that gave them the best incentive will get the best pricing and will be protected in a particular account.
Now because the medication made me super drowsy, I normally sleep in the car for an hour or so before Razak arrived. Plus I didn't really get much sleep due to the clubbing activities.
That year I wished all these were nothing more than a bad dream. Unfortunately every day when I woke up I have to deal with this complete ogre. Of all the nice people in HP I had to report to the most terrible prick I ever met.
If I had not known better, I say Razak had Bipolar too. He can be your worst nightmare and yet he can be a real charm if he wanted to. Once, he bought me a designer tie when he went to Singapore.
The funniest experience I had with him was in one instance he and a few HP guys were planning to have a golf get together with a key government client. It was at the end of the week if I am not mistaken. During the discussion suddenly [] got pretty excited.
"You have to pickup golf," he said to me with eyes as wide as the golf balls.
I didn't know what to say. HP Sales Malaysia was all about shady dealings and cutting deals at the golf course.
Sarah honey, HE MADE ME BUY A GOLF SET ON THE SAME DAY! Yup, during office hours we went to a pro shop and I purchased a RM1000 golf set. Darn, I don't even like the game. It is an expensive hobby and the game involves betting. Definitely not a game I want to play.
Then he told me to change clothes and meet him at the driving range. I was pretty naive. I wore a round collar T shirt. It was against the club's regulation.
Luckily Razak got a polo shirt in his car. It was one size smaller. So here I was looking like Twiddle Dee trying very hard to act as if nothing's wrong.
Razak then coached me... Boy was he a terrible coach. Straight away he asked me to drive using WOOD ONE! LMAO LMAO. What a jackass. I cannot even hit the ball, let alone drive it through.
Later when I took up proper lesson, I found out that a beginner normally starts with Iron Seven. Hahaha what a blunder.
Razak was very persistent, I was not up to it. Finally after a couple of hours, I saw his eyes drooped in dismay. It was then he realized I was not cut for golf.
I got to ha[]d it to that asshole, he did try his best. As they say, when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. Well, I was nowhere near ready. Thus the teacher just vanished ROTFLMAO.
Huuuh... That was a good laugh... Y2K most remembered memory.
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Brb... Going to wash the driveway.
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