After a month instructing at the not-so-new "new" venue, I have finally had enough of the poorly maintained equipment. Members looked half-dead from the erratic bursts in resistance and I felt like someone threw a punch in my gut. So I sent this message to the "ever friendly" coordinator:
Dude, I know your manager promised you new bikes, but can you look into upkeeping the current ones first? It's like a ride of death every week.
Barely a minute later, a reply came:
Already called for repair...
I was rather pleased with the reply but later after I left the locker and came back I saw this message on my phone:
Please understand I teach there too. We've been rushing them to repair all the time.
Took a look at the schedule board, and "friendly coordinator"'s name was not there. He must be thinking I was borned yesterday. Not that I am not being empathic to the coordinators' endless declarations of being very busy people, but most of the other coordinators I worked with are very receptive to any reports of the condition of the equipments. The previous coordinator kept them spic & span. Another coordinator at the neighbouring branch entertained no excuses for delay from the maintenance people. Incompetence? You tell me.
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Ah, equipment that just doesn't work and repairmen that never come by. I sympathize since we go through the same problems where I work :)
Paul
savante: Wait, from what I gather from your journal, you're a doctor based in Malacca? And you're telling me you have same trouble with repairmen in where you work. Ok, I will remind myself to be extra careful not to be faced with any medical emergencies while visiting Malacca.
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