henry

Oct 21, 2005 at 10:47 o\clock

The Lock-Up

by: henry

In my previous entry, “My encounter with drugs”, two plain-clothed narcotic officers came knocking at my house’s door. After acknowledging them and making their intentions known, I agreed to follow them to the police station.

 

When we reached downstairs, there was a police car waiting for us. Behind the wheel was an Indian, in police uniform. I started to ask the narcotic officer as to whether the person who reported me, wrote in or phoned in. Feeling agitated or most likely, trying to show off his statues as a policeman that he felt great of, the driver yelled at me. “If you take drugs, do you want me to send you to Headquarter?” I was so bloody upset by this matter that I shouted back at him. “I’m now in your hand, you can send me to wherever you like. If I’ve got the rights to decide, I’ll tell you, send me home now!”  From his facial reaction, it can be clearly seen that he was astounded by my remarks, for he did not expect a civilian to yell back at him, a policeman. Good for him and me. At least he kept his bloody mouth shut for the rest of the journey.

 

Over at the police station, they took my statements. Next, they took my urine in a container, to be sent for testing. Results would be known in two weeks’ times, given the technology of that time. I was told to call home to get someone to bail me out.  Meantime, the most appropriate place, prior to someone to bail me out, was the lock-up area.

 

Near the door entrance was a policeman with a desk and a whiteboard on the wall.  I was told to go inside the cell. Walking along the corridor, on my left hand side were six cells. So, I went inside one. Though I was inside, the door was not locked, so I didn’t felt like I’m really in lock-up. Moreover, there was a magazine on the floor. So, I made good use of it.

 

Ten minutes later, the policeman called for me. He said “A!”  What the hell was he doing? Can’t a policeman be more polite? Can’t he address me with “hello Mr” or something more soothing to my ears other than ‘A’? Anyway, I went up to him. He asked for my name and home phone, after which he wrote it on the white-board. I went back to my cell. Just reading one paragraph into the magazine, there goes the bloody policeman again, ‘A!”. Poking my head halfway out of the cell, I asked “why?” He said, “come here!” Not feeling comfortable with the way he addressed me, this time I loose my temper, “Come here…come here, for what?” He yelled at me, “I say come here, you better listen!”  I yelled back at him, “if you’ve got questions for me, ask me in one shot, not one question at every few minutes!” He started to loose his patience, “you better come here right now!”  Sensing that he’d got the upper hand, I went up to him eventually. This time, he asked for my home address.

 

When I went back to my cell, he followed from behind. He took away the magazine. I asked him, “am I not allowed to read magazine?”  Not only did he ignored my question but this time he did a proper lock up of the cell. That’s the only time in my life that I’ve been in a lock up!

 

 

Oct 11, 2005 at 15:06 o\clock

Part time job-final (my agent)

by: henry

After a few days, received a call from my agent. She said ‘henry, did you receive your pay? Henry, you wrote a letter to the manager? Henry, you know that my livelihood depends on supplying labors to the hospital….? I cut into her conversation. I told her I understood what she was trying to imply. As the agent was the one who gave me the job, I told her, “ok! I won’t put you into an awkward position. I’ll write the manager another letter explaining my stand with regards to this matter. She agreed.

 

Half an hour later, my agent called again. She was nervous. She said “henry, we’re in trouble! The manager is going to make a police report. She was frightened as the letter was written in red ink. She suspected that you are talking to her in your capacity as an underground figure…as a gangster…for red signified blood!” I told my agent, “cool down, just an explanation, ‘the reason why the letters were printed in red was…I ran out of black ink on my printer’. Make it this way, let me have her contact number and I’ll call her right now.” and that was what I did.

 

On the receiving end was the manager, a lady. She was soft-spoken. On learning that I was the caller, she was both mad and happy. Mad…because as she said, she was deeply hurt by what I wrote. She made known to me that ‘a promise is a promise’. She was not the one who escalate this matter. Happy…because she was given the chance to explain matters to me personally.

 

As she explained, my thoughts went with her – in a positive way. I told myself, ‘after much bombardment from me, she spoke in a soft voice, trying to settle things in a diplomatic ways, both for the benefits of us”. Under this kind of circumstances, what other complaints do I have anymore?

 

We reciprocated with the word ‘sorry’ to each other and the matter was laid to rest. As to whom the culprit was…the one who escalate this matter, it was up to the lady manager to find out. What happened after that? Frankly speaking, I don’t know and I do not want to know either.

Oct 4, 2005 at 15:33 o\clock

Part-time job (part 2 - The Letter)

by: henry

Dear Miss XXXXX,

Smoking within  XXX General Hospital's premises is an offence under the Hospital's regulation. I fully supported and agreed to it.

In fact, I apologized many times to the Assist. Director when he caught me smoking while walking on the road behind the kitchen on 26th April at around 1320 hrs and he nodded his head (signs of acceptance). I also apolozied for troubling you when you received e-mail from the Director at around 1400 hrs on the same day, demanding that I be given a warning. Assurance had been given to me by you personally that the warning issued was to meet the Director's demand and it will not be given to my agent which I appreciated very much at that time.

On Sunday night (30th April), my agent called up my house. My wife was told that I have a big quarrel with the said Director when I was caught, which was not true. If I did quarreled with the Director as alleged, he would have me escorted out of the Hospital's premises by security personnel at once. As a result of this Insensible Big Lies, not only was my service terminated by the hospital kitchen's department, I was also reprimanded by my wife for the alleged quarrels (trying to sow discord?). If my service at the kitchen is not needed for whatever reasons, please state the facts and not allegations.

As the sole bread-winner of the family with 3 young kids to support, I was deprived of my rice-bowl due to your untrustworthiness. As a manager, you are a respectable person but given the above uglier than ugly incidence, your credibility and trustworthiness is at stake. You are in charge of this case, I held you responsible for all the unhappiness caused. If there is someone I must thank should any shortcoming happens to my family, you should be the one.

henry

03-05-2000