My disappointment washed me up. Totally. And I cried myself to drive back home from the office. I know. I know its coming when its handed to me. The letter. I just hope very much that I wouldn’t be as bad as I imagined. The revision salary topped up to only a 100 ringgit and it seems to me like its begging at the roadside, having to have a very rich man dropping a 50 cents into my cup beside me. I hate the sound of it and I hate how it gets to me and I’m still crying. I cry myself to sleep. I wasn’t able to eat anything. I don’t feel that I can. I am a worrier. I am worried about things that did not happen not to mention things that had happened.
How could he do that? a hundred ringgit is not an appraisal. Even I would never thought its going to be that low. That my worth are only a hundred ringgit after a whole six month. Especially this one that comes with a confirmation. What have I got myself into? Am I not good enough? Am I that bad to the extend I need to beg for appraisal? To tell the truth, I really feel beaten, and I thought I was doing quite a good job. Guess I was wrong. Big time.
Never anyone from the same department ever get the appraisal that low. And it makes me think, am I such a bloody sucker? Did I always makes mistakes? I slack? Or am always late? Why am I being punished like this? Do I deserve it or what?
At lunch time earlier, my car tyre got into a bloody hole that I couldn’t avoid in time and it got busted. And I need to get a new one to replace it and it costs me 150 ringgit. The thought of it makes me wants to vomit. The appraisal that I received is not even good enough to cover the cost of the broken tyre. What a joke. What A JOKE. What is this all about? Why am I getting into trouble and every time I did, it’s a few in a row?
I couldn’t quite figure it out. As I voice my thoughts my tears are still strolling down my cheeks. I am disappointed. Lost. And I couldn’t quite concentrate after the letter. I silently lets few drops down in the toilet and quickly wipe it off before everyone in the office knows about how vulnerable and a crybaby that I am. I didn’t even let my mom know about it. I just slip into my room when I got back, immediately pretend to sleep so I wish that I was a bad dream and I sleep through it.
I will definitely have a word with the boss, telling him that I deserve more and I’ll do just that. I cant imagined what will be the figure for the appraisal the next time if I could endure this time’s. No. I wont budge my standing point. I’ll get what I want. At least a little better than what it is now.