when shift work starts to make you feel lonely in life.

i really dunno what and how to describe my schedule.
what do you think?


the last time was the first time in my life i declared myself a workaholic.
7 days straight of work.


this time round, and not long after,
10 days in a row.


Day 1, Thur: 9pm - 8am
Day 2, Fri: 9pm- 8am
Day 3, Sat: 9pm- 8am
Day 4, Sun: 8am - 1pm
Day 5, Mon: 8am - 430pm, 9pm - 12am
Day 6, Tue: 8am - 9pm
Day 7, Wed: 8am - 9pm
Day 8, Thur: 8am - 430pm
Day 9, Fri: 8am - 430pm, 5pm-6pm
Day 10, Sat: 8am - 1pm


(hey, whatever happened to "5 days work week"??)


Seriously, i've already lost track of time.
weekends really don't feel like weekends to me anymore.


i mean hey, it's Sunday and it's Family day for most,
it's time for gatherings with friends and bfs and gfs,
it's a day where some sits down and spend the late morn sipping English Breakfast tea.


i rmb i used to love Sundays,
cos it just feels different when you are able to rise after a good rest,
relax for the rest of the day,
and prepare for the long week ahead.


now, Sundays can have different meanings in life for me.
Sunday can become the day where i greet patients who needs my services.
it can become hectic -
resuscitations, COA, ward rounds, tentage, CTs
and i get to see and hear diff things -
blood, open fractures, lacerations, drunkards, complaints, demands


work is like just waking up and preparing to fight another biological warfare everyday.
all i can think about is getting into that warzone and start WORKING.


i hate those irregular, long, tiring hours and demands.
but sometimes, learning new things, meeting new & nice people each time, knowing i have tried my best to help my patients, and making them smile,
can just simply make my day :)

it's really a love and hate life.

i guess that's why though i'm complaining about my 10-days of continuous war,
i'm not hating it yet :)

but nothing beats,
Record Breaker:
HY, who worked ONE MONTH NON STOP.
yes, with not even a SINGLE day OFF.
for bloody ONE MONTH.

lol.
welcome to my life.

there's a new diamond-studded hot red Canon Ixus??

cool!!

i really think i'm the OT queen now,

i can now manouvre the II like it's my Swift!

hahaha

sometimes, we wonder why Caucasians are so over-friendly,

but somehow i think it's a good trait.

just take today for example,

i think he's the only who really struck a few conversations with me so far,

though i've never seen him ard before.

i mean, which local surg will really talk to us man.

we'll only be left standing there like a stone statue,

fighting to keep ourselves awake.

i think we're like extras to them.

ugh.

have only been working for ard 3 mths,
and i find my life so boring!!!
lol, dammit.
i need to find some life again.

nothing exciting happens these days,
esp when all you can think of everyday is:
waking up in time from sleep,
and sleeping in time to wake up.

and i'm still pondering why the bestie-claimed-weirdo HO added me on fb.
ugh.

and i've been nagged the whole day by dearest "kakak",
till my head was in swirls.
dammit.
i really hate being nagged.

and i'm so loving my E63 :)

today, Prof walked past me at my locker, stopped and said:
"why are you looking younger and younger?"

i think it's cos i was wearing:
- a big furry lime green scrunchie
- big pink strawberry earrings
- bright turquoise Crocs with Pink flower jibbitz
- oversized srubs
- short

now i think i look like a kiddo working.
so, do you trust me if you're sick?
hahahahas

i don't get why ppl likes to say that i'm rich.
or i'm earning alot of money now.
yes, i'm working now
but RICH is not the word to describe my financial status.

i wish i am rich.

why do you guys think i still have to work part-time,
like am i crazy or what?
that's definitely not what being rich is.

my god-damn pay is so pathetic,
and i have to deduct GST every month,
and maybe pay taxes soon.

i have to pay my own hp bills,
card bills,
transport fees,
meals,
clothes,
shoes
and whatever you name it.

i don't even save a quarter of my monthly pay.

my family is not rich,
i don't have a rich bf,
and no filthy rich friends.
they don't, whenever i want, buy me HP, branded bags, pay my bills and whatsoever.

i support myself.
i should be called capable
and poor.
not rich.



am tired.
just so tired.