With the vaccination discrimination measures finally lifted up tomorrow, I suppose it is time for me to start living life just like before COVID happened. One of the things being regularly penning down my thoughts in this blog as a form of diary. While I am happy that I can return to attending Novena, Mass (more choices of time) and gym, I will definitely miss the time I can just laze around or not feeling guilty to join online Mass when I had to skip physical Mass because of rain like in the past 2 Sundays. Certainly the number one thing I am not looking forward to is normalcy when it comes to working at the office. It is inevitable but it has been a nice 2 over years.
I attended the wedding of my ex-colleague yesterday. Initially I declined with an excuse that my booster status is not recognised so I am technically not under the fully vaccinated category. She assured me that she would not check so I had no excuse. It turned out to be a blessing since I got the chance to catch up with my ex-colleagues. I tried to let go and forget whatever happened with my old workplace and I no longer bothered to kaypoh what was happening basically since COVID begun. So whatever I heard was really a news. In fact, how I received the news was also unexpected. Basically there was almost no seat during the solemnisation. Since I was no longer part of the workplace, I felt too paiseh to excuse myself to ask if any seat was available. Thus I decided to just wait outside. I met my ex-preceptee who was helping as one of the organiser and he gave me the updates without me asking.
My successor resigned earlier this year because about half of the staff tendered resignation. Thus she decided to be the one resigning and the staff ended up staying. My ex-preceptor was transferred back to stabilise the branch. That must be a very good news for the everyone at the branch since we all love her.
Honestly I have no beef with my successor since she was also forced into the shit because I left. What makes me happy is seeing my ex-colleagues and ex-bosses going through the shit. For my ex-colleagues who last time complained about me so much, I hope you all realise now that none of you wanted to leave even when we were in the same boat to survive with only 75-80% of the headcount but now many of you wanted to leave even with full headcount. I was that bad, weren't I? Lol... To my ex-bosses, I hope you realise that time has changed and your outdated leadership ways are no longer compatible with today's working generations. I was being negative for speaking out for my staff, weren't I? None of them resigned under my watch even with 75-80% headcount yeah. Now they even allowed the managers to step down. Perhaps they are worried if there will be more who would throw letter like me if not allowed. No wonder only the two of them appeared older and more stressed while the rest, surprisingly, seem to be frozen in time that they just looked as they were when I left 4 years ago.
Not gonna lie that I am still hurt. After all, I was there for 7 years and a part of me was there. Some doctors, nurses and even the operation executive still remembered me and we still could converse with one another just like the old days. This kind of work relationship is really rare and a treasure. However, attending this wedding is like an affirmation for me that I made the correct decision to leave one year ago. I was actually the third or fourth person from the 'older' days when things were stable who left and many others left after me. So it was not just me who felt that the ex-bosses were really out of touch with the ground reality. I supposed I did good and paved the way for the other managers who subsequently were allowed to step down so that they did not have to leave like me.
At the end of the day, I think the wedding is another way that God is convincing and affirming me that everything which happened 4 years ago is part of His plan. Considering all the pros and cons whether I left or I stayed (since nothing is perfect), it has been made clear now that leaving is the better option and I thank God for that. What is left now is for God to really heal me of all the past misgivings so that I can wrap up and conclude that the polyclinic episode of my life is a sweet one, not bittersweet.