Why no Pet Leave?
Monday, April 03, 2006
In the modern days of our lives, the average struggling employee who suffers a good 12 hours a day listening to Bosses talk cock, Clients sing song, and Suppliers play mahjong, enjoys an array of various leave entitlements. You fall sick? Got medical leave. Your grandmother got knocked down by a bus and died on the spot? Got 5-day compassionate leave (grandparents' funeral got 2 days extra, don't know why). You got pregnant and have to marry that bugger who's too cheapskate to use a condom? Got marriage leave. Your son fell sick? Its ok, you can leave early today. No worries.
So why the hell did my MD stare at me with such amusement when I said I had to take urgent (UNPAID, by the way) leave because Rebel has a fever? The logical person he is, was about to debate about how I'd even know my dog has a fever until I gave him my famous "slit-eyes-stare-so-don't-fuck-with-me" look. Finally he nodded his head and said "I hope your dog will be ok".
Why huh? Why no bloody Pet Leave huh? I just don't get it. A good number of us in Singapore don't even see much of our grandparents these days for their dementia-suffering minds to even recall our names, for crying out loud. And if they deserve a 5-day crying session from us although frankly, if we had wanted, we would've visited them more than just once a year, why don't our dear sick pets get entitled to at least one day of love from his or her owner? Hmmmmphh.
Anyhow, Rebel is diagnosed with stomach indigestion. Which apparently is a normal thing for dogs. So for the next week or so, Rebel will be one a "hospital diet". Steamed rice and boiled chicken breast meat only. I told my mum that she's not allowed to cook the chicken breast meat for dinner today, and she got pissed. Heh. Whatever.
And oh yeah, he has to take 2 dosage of Probiotics (note: not Antibiotics because apparently, his antibiotism level very high... whatever that means), twice a day.
Rebel nearly got angry with me for taking him for a manicure straight after he had the thermometer poked up his ass (hey did you know that they measure a dog's temperature by poking the thermometer up his/ her ass? Wow... so brokeback mountain..). He ignored me for a fair bit of our journey home. Until the part where we were about to get off the cab... he looked up at me and licked my face, almost saying "Yeah, I forgive you this time."
Half-day unpaid leave. $47 for his consultation fee. $10.80 for a return cab trip. We ought to be able to claim. I want my Pet Leave!
Everyone in favour for Pet Leave, say WOOF!
P.S. Like that huh, I should get Pet Compassionate Leave too. My dad's prized arrowana just died.
So why the hell did my MD stare at me with such amusement when I said I had to take urgent (UNPAID, by the way) leave because Rebel has a fever? The logical person he is, was about to debate about how I'd even know my dog has a fever until I gave him my famous "slit-eyes-stare-so-don't-fuck-with-me" look. Finally he nodded his head and said "I hope your dog will be ok".
Why huh? Why no bloody Pet Leave huh? I just don't get it. A good number of us in Singapore don't even see much of our grandparents these days for their dementia-suffering minds to even recall our names, for crying out loud. And if they deserve a 5-day crying session from us although frankly, if we had wanted, we would've visited them more than just once a year, why don't our dear sick pets get entitled to at least one day of love from his or her owner? Hmmmmphh.
Anyhow, Rebel is diagnosed with stomach indigestion. Which apparently is a normal thing for dogs. So for the next week or so, Rebel will be one a "hospital diet". Steamed rice and boiled chicken breast meat only. I told my mum that she's not allowed to cook the chicken breast meat for dinner today, and she got pissed. Heh. Whatever.
And oh yeah, he has to take 2 dosage of Probiotics (note: not Antibiotics because apparently, his antibiotism level very high... whatever that means), twice a day.
Rebel nearly got angry with me for taking him for a manicure straight after he had the thermometer poked up his ass (hey did you know that they measure a dog's temperature by poking the thermometer up his/ her ass? Wow... so brokeback mountain..). He ignored me for a fair bit of our journey home. Until the part where we were about to get off the cab... he looked up at me and licked my face, almost saying "Yeah, I forgive you this time."
Half-day unpaid leave. $47 for his consultation fee. $10.80 for a return cab trip. We ought to be able to claim. I want my Pet Leave!
Everyone in favour for Pet Leave, say WOOF!
P.S. Like that huh, I should get Pet Compassionate Leave too. My dad's prized arrowana just died.
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12:35 AM
WOOF ! WOOF !
one for Pet Sick Leave, one for Pet Compassionate Leave...