Urgh and Yeay

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr



This week is, by far the worst week of practical ever for me.
Immature staffs made a trainee girl cry today (not me). They didn't want to have to shoulder the responsibility that is theirs since the day they first worked there. So, that girl felt responsible when things didn't turn out the way they're supposed to be. It's not even her fault. The nurses screwed up with the specimen labelling in the wards.

That crying girl made me think:

"Will I cry too when I start working and I'm feeling stressed out because of my childish colleagues?"
I hope not.

"Will I last long enough to get my first pay check?"
I hope I am.

"Do I want to work in a place like this?"
Err. Next question!


On a brighter note, my favourite David in the seventh season of American Idol - David Archuleta, was one of the final two contestants (who was it who said my David was a 'chihuahua trying to be a tiger'?). He's up against David Cook, the rocker. Both of them have beautiful voices, but I think the world has enough Cooks. It needs more Archuletas.

p/s: Wanna know how deeply affected I am by his getting to be the final two? I cried buckets watching him crying when he went back to his high school. That's how affected I am by him. Plus, he's easy on the eyes too. Cute as pie.

Office Plotics

welcome to the real (read: working) life.

Office politics, schmolitics.
Or more accurately, lab back-stabbing.
And they all seem like friendly, laidback people.
Plus, I'm still only a trainee there.
Yeah yeah. Don't go telling me that industrial training is there to prepare you for the working world. I already know that from the years I've known that someday I'll have to start working. Get me?

It's just that only recently I've started to like going to work. Note the italicized word there.

Like.
Not 'like'.

Now that I have people going behind my back, making me look bad, I'm not sure I can go to work tomorrow with an open heart. I know tomorrow my smiles won't be genuine.
Who's the backstabbing bitch/guy-bitch (is there a word for this?), I'd like to know.
I wanna punch her/his face 'til the nose looks like Ashlee's pre-nose job.

Relief

HAPPY LABOR DAY PEOPLE.

Walaupun anda tidak bekerja.
Saya ber'practical' bekerja. Kinda.
Yela.
Masuk 9, keluar 5.
9-to-5 job namenye.

Semua orang di rumah bersenang-lenang.

Sangat best tak perlu berjalan ke sana ke mari di dalam makmal.
Sangat best tak perlu meng'pipette' air kencing busuk orang ke dalam tube untuk di'load'kan ke dalam URISYS 2400.
Sangat best tak perlu mencungkil stool orang untuk dibuat wet smear/untuk menentukan kewujudan 'occult blood'.
Sangat best tak perlu menukar 'gloves' setiap sejam, dimana 'gloves' akan menjadi 'soiled' dengan air kencing orang yang terpercik/tertumpah.
Lagi best tak perlu mencuci tangan dengan sabun yang mengeringkan jari-jemari lembut halus ini setiap kali mahu ke tandas/untuk keluar lunch.
Sangat best tak perlu makan tuna bun/ikan bilis bun setiap hari untuk lunch.
Yang paling penting, sangat best tak perlu berdiri sepanjang hari di makmal, kerana semua bangku yang ada akan digunakan oleh orang-orang yang menggunakan mikroskop.

Semoga hari ini akan terasa panjang.

Ironi.