What Happened So Far...
It's been almost a month since my last entry. I just get tired of writing all the same old stuff, you know? It's old news that I get scolding from Drs almost everyday of my work. I assisted Dr I recently and he scolded my colleague stupid. On and on he went about how we always make him wait when he's doing a case. It's almost as if he expects us to know magic. Once the word is out of his mouth, he expects it to be in his hands in a second. Well, if I know magic, I won't be stuck here.
On Thurs, I was assisting this Dr A who’s a consultant. After the case, he has to type some notes. But these stuff are usually done by his MOs and his MO was stuck in another theatre. This colleague saw me and started yelling at me that Dr A didn’t type up the notes. She ranted on and on. So I told her that he doesn’t know how to do it and his MO isn’t available. Guess what? She yelled at me even more. “He doesn’t know how to do it. Then what you want me to do? The patient is stuck down here for so long.” I was thinking to myself, hey, even if you continue to yell at me, the problem still wouldn’t be solved. Well, when she saw me today, she didn’t want to look at me in the eye.
Today, or shall I say yesterday (since it’s officially Sat) was 1 of the rare days when I actually feel good. My efforts were recognized. Don’t we all seek some form of recognition? That all that we do are not in vain? I guess I’m greedy. Coz it ain’t enough to keep me here. I don’t want to be kept on my toes, not knowing when I’ll end up with 1 of the nasty Drs. In 1 of her songs, Barcelona, Jewel sang, “If you could hear, the voice in my heart it will tell you, I’m tired of feeling this way.” I’ll tell you that this is exactly how I feel. (Hope I’m not violating some copyright thingy.)
It’s a nostalgic night for me. I’m reminded of some of the silly things I did. Chasing after a guy I had a crush on during my Poly years. I think I’ll die of embarrassment if I ever meet him again. The tears and laughter my Poly friends and I shared. The memories make me who I am. Perhaps 1 day I can look back on my ‘suffering’ in this hellish job and be grateful for it.
On Thurs, I was assisting this Dr A who’s a consultant. After the case, he has to type some notes. But these stuff are usually done by his MOs and his MO was stuck in another theatre. This colleague saw me and started yelling at me that Dr A didn’t type up the notes. She ranted on and on. So I told her that he doesn’t know how to do it and his MO isn’t available. Guess what? She yelled at me even more. “He doesn’t know how to do it. Then what you want me to do? The patient is stuck down here for so long.” I was thinking to myself, hey, even if you continue to yell at me, the problem still wouldn’t be solved. Well, when she saw me today, she didn’t want to look at me in the eye.
Today, or shall I say yesterday (since it’s officially Sat) was 1 of the rare days when I actually feel good. My efforts were recognized. Don’t we all seek some form of recognition? That all that we do are not in vain? I guess I’m greedy. Coz it ain’t enough to keep me here. I don’t want to be kept on my toes, not knowing when I’ll end up with 1 of the nasty Drs. In 1 of her songs, Barcelona, Jewel sang, “If you could hear, the voice in my heart it will tell you, I’m tired of feeling this way.” I’ll tell you that this is exactly how I feel. (Hope I’m not violating some copyright thingy.)
It’s a nostalgic night for me. I’m reminded of some of the silly things I did. Chasing after a guy I had a crush on during my Poly years. I think I’ll die of embarrassment if I ever meet him again. The tears and laughter my Poly friends and I shared. The memories make me who I am. Perhaps 1 day I can look back on my ‘suffering’ in this hellish job and be grateful for it.
posted by Rookie Jo at 5:10 AM
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