INDUKSI in my context

Dec

Any ISA members or any political figure who has not been on newspaper who intends to speak of this, do not bother. This is too menial to cause any security issue. *duh*

See how any Malaysian who wants to speak of any government effort to maintain our multicultural, multiracial has to actually give a warning label as above. It is apparent, should I not state any of that warning, I might be getting visits from the ISA and sorts…

Anyone who actually ends up here by merely googling INDUKSI or “induction” for the civil employee of Malaysia may (or maybe not at all) be enlightened by the whole idea of… well, induksi. Many who were “inducted” before me had told me tales of how staying in a hotel for two weeks (honestly, who doesn’t wanna stay in a hotel for free?!) can actually seep lives off slowly. It is like dying… but dying a slow death. Very very VERY slow death. Then again, I personally think it was rather intriguing and enlightening. I really wanted to know what benefits us by working for the govt. Because of my unhappiness-daily-nosebleeding-vomitus-inducing worklife in the Dept of Pharmacy in Hospital Melaka, I wanted to know how I can use the orders or late circulars to make a difference for me and my other colleagues. Really, a number of us actually do pay almost full attention to the lectures to the point, we actually asked questions. Questions and statements from us which are… somewhat sensitive and provocative, some might say.
What I had for induksi was a full two weeks (yes, including both weekends) of learning general orders and circulars for civil employee, or some call us “government servants”. I think we carry this “government servant” title very well. We do not only “serve the country”, in fact the whole Perintah Am/General Orders (GO) actually made the whole idea of working with the Ministry make us servants literally. The GO consists of procedures and policies neatly placed into chapters from all kinds of leaves to wages to promotions. Basically it tells us what we can and cannot do. And this is where it happened to make us realized we are one group of screwed up professions. How so? Being a health professional (doctor, pharmacist, dietitian, dentist) in M’sia, we have to complete a 1 yr training +3 years of service before we can actually be allowed to practice on our own. And because of this restriction, we are bound to the GO… which ultimately makes us literally servants who serve the Health Ministry for four years. The GO actually written out all the benefits and privileges one may get in the office but… BUT everything will NOT happen if the Head of Dept actually turns it down. Failed epic. It is a hierarchy world out there!! woohoo! Glad to know. Mother fuckers policy makers… I hope none of them were my forefathers. Might be struck by lightning. Shame.
On the other hand, two weeks were also filled with lectures of new policies and circulars. And… this is the one ultimate item that defeats everything that we have learned from the GO! It is like… 1 minus 1 equals 0. Like WIPEOUT! Wiping out the purpose of all GOs and vice versa. This $#^%$$& crap of pekeliling/circulars/bills actually gives us so much hope in making the difference. Serving the people. Makes us feel so wanna treat everyone who comes to us sick. BUT, because of the pathetic GO-gone-wrong, it is abso-fuckin’-lutely useless going through these pekeliling. Instead, it is sick learning these.. wait no, sick learning TO KNOW somebody actually visualized and hope to materialize a set of Vision 2020. One of actually presses on “democracy and liberal”. How stupid is it to cram 2 weeks of democracy and liberal when there is not a statement to protect the welfare of being health professionals? People, there is no statement that actually tells what is the maximum hours we should work in the office! It only states the ideal working hours… which think about it, it actually makes a hell of a difference. Yes, H-E-L-L. . .

Which… brings me to savor those happy memories which maintains my sanity in the hospital. Pictures tell a thousand words, whilst my expression can tell a billion stories…

My groupmates who never failed to be entertained by me