need made a friend indeed..i think..

i love the place where i volunteer….i love feeling worth it, i mean who doesn’t yeah? even if you like to be left alone, and aren’t a fan of attention, when you feel needed and useful, it feels good…

we’re human man, so there’s nothing wrong in admitting that we like to have a purpose, some reason to live…i’ve said this before …i believe that half or more of our explanations about the world, life, in terms of religion, philosophies…tend to do with how weird and unexplainable life as a whole is…you’re just born, just like that….i mean yeah, people may plan to conceive you and all that…but why you are born, as you are, and into whatever situation you find yourself into…is just random…

anyhoooww..this post was not about that ^ it’s about this > the hospital… part of the reason why i love it so much, is that two people in the department (one volunteer and one receptionist) despise me..for no reason (i find the drama-ness amusing)…trust me, i have replayed how i met them, all our encounters, several times in my head as i go about my day (my corpus callosum must be heavily wired) and i can’t seem to find anyway in which i might have offended them…

once i kindly refused to take a seat when the volunteer told me to sit… i didn’t reply to her ‘how are you?’ once, because it was a very oh-we’re-in-the-same-room-so-i’m-going-to-get-over-the-formalities kind of ‘how are you’, that takes the form a rhetoric question…so yeah i just said a cheery hi, and wandered about my business.. i have always returned their awkward hellos with a typical, cheery hi, hoping , like some pathetic lost puppy, that they would give me a genuine smile, nod, or conversation…but it was all useless..

then i started to pay no attention to them…i am a pathetic person, but there’s a limit to my patheticism  (i know that’s not a word)…

but today…i was put in a very weird situation where i needed the receptionist/enemy’s help….i shamelessly, speak no arabic (this is going to change soon, it’s high time i learnt the language)..and today while making some calls for appointments, i came across some patients who spoke no english…now this has happened before…but at those times the other receptionists are there to speak for me…this time, the rest of the awesome crew had gone for lunch…so i was left with another english speaker and the enemy… and i had no choice but to ask for her help…

i had no choice…but to go against my rule of not asking some one i don’t respect for help…never thought i’d come into such a situation….this was just a minor one…i, now expect, much bigger shit to come my way…

but this shit ended interestingly…

to my good fortune, a lot of the customers spoke english, but several also, only spoke arabic…hence i needed to turn to her several times…and towards the last call it was evident that she was annoyed…i had to rush with the notes i made (and one that she made, during the last call, because she didn’t want to pass the information on to me, since she was annoyed) to another lady who needed them…so, since i couldn’t thank her verbally, and she was on the phone, i left her a post-it, with ‘thank you’ and a smiley on it…

on returning to check if i could finally head back home…i said ‘bye’ to the others…turned to her and asked her if she needed me to do anything…for the first time, since i worked there, she gave me the most genuine smile, and ‘no’, i have ever got from her….i wanted to just hug her…but i’m weird about hugs, unless i’ve had a bonding session with some one…and it would have been lame if i did, i think…so i told her to ‘take care’…and very happily said bye…

now i’m not sure what this makes me sound like… cheesy, i suppose…but it felt good…like i got rid of some negetve energy within that room… i wouldn’t have had this chance if i went to dubai…if i stuck to my comfort zone…if i decided to be a total bitch…i’m  not going to think about the volunteer who hates me for now…and i’m going to hope that this wasn’t a one-day thing…

hmm…

you know wordpress, if you were a person, you would be a very stereotypical man, and me, i would be a transvestite, and that too, a gorgeous one…

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