This is the challenge I am facing lately at work. My extra mile going for the work is not about getting into the good books of the bosses. I learned what I did not do well in Yemen when I served in the monastery. I learned better this time to do anything with love.

However, that love made my teammate jealous and feel inferior. That love in serving as a custodian of the restaurant made my teammate do lesser at slower pace intentionally, and I had to pick up the mess or balance work left behind untouched. I could not see my team as someone who wouldn't affect me. My eyes see fire. I am trying to put out that fire each time I worked the same shift with her. It is tough.