Had a long day. I am tired!

Today I met someone whose company has been hired to advise someone whose consultancy has been hired to make Cyberjaya's community of 18,000 inhabitants "come alive". Interesting. At least somebody's thinking about it. I hope they're successful because I like Cyberjaya. It might be dead, but it's so clean.

I'm thinking of using the dobi in Cyberjaya, as opposed to the one in Precinct 8 of Putraghetto that I usually use, which took two and a half weeks to get my bedsheets washed and ironed, and whose proprietor blamed the lateness on the fact that her son is in the ICU.

That excuse doesn't fly, because I know that the sheets are sent to an outside subcontractor to be laundered. The way I see it, somewhere along the way my bed sheets dropped off her radar (tercicir), and she's just trying to cover it up. Yes, I feel sorry for the family because their son is in hospital over Chinese New Year. But peeved that she insulted my intelligence, and that she thought she could get away with delivering such low levels of customer service to a loyal customer.

Fine. I can live with human foibles. Such is life. But the questions this incident leads me to ask are: to what extent should personal and public be kept separate? Should there be a distinction between personal and public? Is it humane to separate the personal from the public?