My bright orange organizer compliments from the company is all scribbled out on major travel plans.
I recently attended a briefing on The Organization's business code of ethics with all members of the department. Scheduling personal to-do lists such as those abovementioned was not spelt out among the guidelines but we were lightly advised not to do so during work hours.
Like who gives a rat's hoot, yeah?
I can't be blamed. The wallet-stroking travel fairs are a-coming. For the time being I must get used to pitching tents and practice rushing through crowds on mini-buses to brave the swarm of cheapskates at airfare counters in the near future.
I was all hyped out about going to Europe this Autumn that I almost forgot about Abednego's May graduation until I saw The Star newspaper's highlight on the one-foot thick snow in Tribeca, New York. I also overlooked the U.S. visa I was supposed to get done six months ago. And confirmation on the travel itinerary she proposed. And that sickening thought of informing my superior(s) of my absence for both trans-Atlantic trips.
Newark or JFK? Rented car or train? Troy or NYC? 13th or 20th? One week or two?
It's good to know that I am not the only poor, absent-minded geezer around. Last Raya Haji, a sociable ancient primate visited the family. My brother-in-law's nephew, Potato Dickhead is an obnoxious, insensitive jerk who once dissed a good friend of mine and studied in the same uni as Abednego who somehow hung out very frequently with he who calls us his Aunties and tried to hit on me once while also thinking in spite of all that podgy lard 5' 2" men have a fair chance of courting women like Elizabeth Jagger for instance.
Why, oh why does Bebop suspect that I have a crush on him?
Maybe he might have quite a few shots considering that he works at an automotive F1 racing gear assembly plant in Zurich and earns RM 18k every month to make up for his loss of height and tact.
With all due respect, I tried to look at him with a straight face when he greeted our family members with his `metrosexual' ab-tight flowery shirt stretching off his potbelly and so-called `chic' Sonic the Hedgehog do'. Unfortunately I must have rudely let a few guffaws escape that he turned around and saw me.
When he approached to strike up a very macho and Joey-how you doin'? (left eyebrow cocked) conversation, I attempted to flee. Somehow his booming, authoritative bapak orang-like hey-you-orang-kampung-I'm-a-smart-man-working-in-a-foreign-land-know-it-all voice had me trapped. I flinched against a wall, vainly hoping Y tu Mama could come menyibuk kecoh and intervene for my chance to escape.
"Nice house your parents have here, I didn't know you guys had a lawn."
"You've been here four times." I forced a wry smile.
" Oh," his face blank. Tries to change topic. "So, who's studying in Rensselaer ?"
" Excuse me?" Frowns in disbelief.
" I saw my old uni's sticker on your father's car. Who's studying at RPI?"
" Erm..my sister?" Frown turns to are you stupid or something look.
" Really? You have a sister studying at RPI?" He gets very excited.
" Memang la ada. You know her very well apa - Abed?" Furiously looking for signs of mental instability.
" Abed who?"
" Abednego binti Pops? Ring any bells?"
" Which Abednego?" He asks again in his pitchy voice.
" How could you not remember??"
" Yang mana aaa?"
" Abednego lah, for God's sakes! Bongok ke ape?" Blood boils.
" Arghhh!! Abednego ,your aunt, my sister, Hitler's sister, went to same uni with you, same neighbourhood, same county, same state but lives here??"
" Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The one that looks like you. Yeah, now I remember."
Must have been all the sauerkraut he's been eating.