Pain in the ass in other words.
I must have injured my coccyx more than once. The first time, if I remember correctly, was on the sidewalk in front of my house in England back in 1984 when I misjudged my timing when doing a forward somersault. I landed on my butt. And several times more when I did static-line (combat) parachute jumps, especially in Ipoh and Gong Kedak. And of late, I have been having coccydynia, probably because I have been sitting for too long in the office.
Yes, I often sit and not move until after I had had lunch, and that was around 4pm. I’ve been so busy in the office lately that I always lose track of the time. And I have been swamped with problems that are being caused by some of the subsidiaries.
Pain in the ass
I like to greet people. At the toll booth, I would thank the cashier, even though I am the client. Don’t ask me why. It’s a habit. I do that as I enter the office, too. The first person I would see normally, other than the receptionist, is my CFO’s driver, Ho. So I’d go:
Then disappear to my part of the office humming that song by the Seven Dwarfs, “Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to work we go!”
At my side of the office, I would then bump into the MD of a subsidiary, the vertically-challenged lawyer with ego of biblical proportions. And since his first name is WAN, I’d go:
Yes, without the enthusiastic and cheerful tone when saying “Hi!” Therefore my greeting to him would sound very much like HAIWAN (animal).
Pain in the ass, and since he is one, I never felt bad greeting him as such.
And tomorrow I shall be flying off to Sipadan, a trip I have been looking forward to for the last 5 months. And guess what? A day after my return to KL, I will have to go on board the oil rig with our clients.