I can't remember...

When I was last so tired. Although work was a day of sitting in a chair and calling people, repeating the same routine over and over again, today was incredibly taxing. Maybe it was because I had to listen to this 72 year-old granny who'd to look for a job at her age, whilst pouring out her heartbreaking story and pleading with me to do something for her. I sorta overstepped my authority, requesting for financial assistance (of which I knew nuts about) and referring her to the SS Department.

And another case was that of an 85 year-old man, who'd sounded all hale and hearty, and I thought the forms had it wrong. So I subtly asked for his birthdate, and the sprightly old man answered with a proud 7/3/1919!!! He even had his own mobile phone! I had a shock when he spoke to me in perfect English and requested "for a job, any job will do." Sometimes we live our lives in perfect comfort, whilst not appreciating the small things that we take for granted. Worse thing was that when asked, the perm staff shrugged and said that a job could not be found for a person his age. Well, I never.

I wish I could help 'em.
I really do want to do more than giving empty promises that our dear CDC staff are doing their best to source for them a job. It's quite impossible to find an employer willing to take in the very aged. There should be a law stipulating that all elderly folks should be taken care of in their twilight years. It simply ain't fair.

But then again, what is?
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And Dad, after much of my pestering, finally bought a pair of DECT phones.
Well, felt guilty after talking so much about living a life of comfort.



But I am tired. And I wanna see Meng BACKKKKK!!!!!