FUNNYACCENT

Budget Cut is New Om?

Since the budget cut has been crashing on us like a heatwave , I've been hearing an awful lot of this phrase been tossing around by my employer on every single opportunity they have. Budget cut this, budget cut that. By repeating it over and over they're hoping they will get the damn phrase synchronize on our theta brainwave, so we'll stop ordering, for example, office supplies? And this is my theory though.

I think they have stretched the phrase a little too far. Like a rubber band, it will snap and break one day.

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My work schedule has been changed since three Sundays ago. I no longer a Monday to Friday working woman. I wasn't too happy when the Program Director made an announcement about the changes, but on my first Sunday at work I thought I was on different planet. I kid you not.

The house was surprising quiet. I got all current progress S.O.A.P notes updated. The second Sunday I sorted out my filing cabinet. I threw out (shredded) all out of date documents which I gathered from the trainings and workshops I had attended in the past years.

What Have I Given?-Self Reflection

When I was a kid Mak always said something like this , "You kids always want, want, want. What have you given?" when we whined about something. We knew perfectly well we weren't going to get them anyway, but whining was fun when you knew when to stop.

"Huh?"

"What have you given to me? to your father? to your sisters? to your brothers?"

In my head. Oh...no, Mak is getting crazy. She is not only different from other kids' mothers, now she wants me to give her money.

"But I only seven years old Mak, where do I get the money? Every day you only give me thirty cents." I thought I was smart. In a way I reminded her that thirty cents wasn't enough.

"You bring your lunch everyday.You don't have to spend your thirty cents."

"But you know I don't spend all the money."

"Good, don't spend them at all. By Friday you get $1.50, give them to me and I put them away, by the end of the month you get $6.00. When you ask me for money, I have them for you."

I was sure Mak was getting crazy. She spent too much time by herself. If she wasn't pulling out weeds from her little vegetable garden or searching for little insects on tomatoes's buds, she would be at her Singer sewing machine, sewing something. Why can't she be like other kids's mothers on the block? Sitting together, giggling and swapping stories?

"But that would be my money that you are giving back to me."

"No. It's not your money. You are not working. Your father does."

I got to come up with a better strategy.