I accept the criticism while still insisting on my passion in life.
Working in a hospital, we all prioritize break time as a sacred moment. At my work, there is a 1.5-hour break. The time is sufficient enough to allow some colleagues to go back home for a rest, living near the hospital.
Therefore, I always buy simple meals to let me have a bite and type while chewing. Then, I found out someone had been already holding a grudge for me for a while, and she couldn’t endure anymore.
“Are you typing something important for the work?” She raised her head from her cubicle, a person who always just stared at me and walked away when I said, “Good morning.”
I was first amazed that she ‘noticed’ my existence and ‘lowered’ her status to talk to me, then the reality snapped me back to the reality that it was an unhappy compliment.
“Hmm…, it’s just my personal stuff, my typing must be too loud for you to take a nap,” I said while she gave me an expression of ‘You tell me,’ “Sorry about that. I’ll use my phone.”
Without saying anything, she lowered her head in her cubicle. And I was staring at my words on the screen, feeling criticized for not being allowed to write for pure passion; humiliated for not having justified reasons for writing if it’s not a work.
I know I have the right to ignore her and keep ‘clicking-clocking’ (even louder), but empathy is essential to be a human, and I consider it a basic working ethic to respect other colleagues’ rights.
Working in the medical field is 24/7 standing by, so break time is necessary for us to have the vitality of working in the afternoon. Hell, even I have no zeal for thinking about what to write but rely on the daily prompts on WordPress.
I thought about bringing my laptop with a flat keyboard, but it is too careless and suspicious to bring my laptop into the office where all patients’ medical records are on my computer.
In the end, I alternate my reading time to my writing time although I’m used to reading before bed and sometimes will have new insights to write tomorrow.
I learned that only I know how significant it is to stand by my passion; writing is everything to me to have credibility in life; however, for people who work for a living and keep working, typing noisily is no different than playing World of Warcraft at maximum volume.
I don’t need to insist on my own pursuit to argue with a colleague. I have no time for extra drama, and the more we write, the more we know there’s an enormous gap between people who write and people who don’t.
I keep on writing by adjusting my schedule. I don’t feel depressed anymore, let alone give up, and there is some wisdom in life that deserves to be implored.
