The post-holiday commotion was slowly setting in. Meetings and deadline to sort out. Managed to rummage through my home office to get it tidied up, but still plenty needed doing. Will need to shop for some tables and other small stuffs before the weekend.
Idlan and Irfan had been complaining of being bored after all the excitement of the Penang trip. Suffice to say that if they had their way, they would still be there now. But Daddy had to work ...
We also need to do up Idlan's room for a bit. He needs a small TV after we moved his Wii U back to his room. It was previously in Irfan's as the TV was there. Now, both of them had their own rooms, we could spent some time doing a bit of decorating.
Both of them could do with proper study desks, but that would have to wait. I can't afford another Moll table just yet ... not with their school fees due soon.
This morning was a slow one. Started of at Subang and saw my patients there before a quiet breakfast at Bawang Merah - after 6 weeks, missing the nasi lemak. Then another rather quiet and smooth ride to Park City. The two patients scheduled did not turn up. Probably still in their Raya mood. Had time to do a bit of blogging, as I was sure this afternoon would be a busy one. Nothing lined up for lunch - although there was a lunch talk at Subang. Maybe I just check what my boys were up to at the apartment first ...
Monday, August 11, 2014 at 4:43PM 
Poignant
In clinic to day - the last one before my long break - a stewardess patient came to see me. She worked for MAS, and had been doing so for almost a couple of decades.
After going through her medical issues, she sat down and started to cry. Apparently the whole organisation had been feeling the strain. Some of her colleagues had left MAS to join other airlines with better perks. But she had been with MAS for so long and find that starting afresh was not an option.
The morale had been low for some time. The last time they received a bonus was about 7 years back. With the two devastating event this year, the spirit had gone rock bottom. But she felt that there had been a groundswell of support from fellow Malaysians, but conceded that it may have been too late. MAS would be struggling to carry on as it was.
Luckily she was my last patient and we spent some time chatting. A few of her friends had taken leaves due to anxiety, leaving her having to work during the Raya period. She didn't mind that, but felt it may be time to leave MAS as well. The put it bluntly, the problem with MAS was deep-rooted, and she was hoping that the two incidents, as painful as it was, may be the turning point for the whole organisation.
A wished her the best of luck, and on a personal level, I had always been a supporter of MAS. The moment I stepped into an MAS cabin at Heathrow, I felt that I was already home. I was sure plenty others who spent a big chunk of their time abroad felt the same way.