Monday, March 14, 2005
lousy hot sticky irritating day
I noticed that there has been a constant breeze throughout the day, and coupled with the fact tt the hospital tt i work in and the center tt i study Jap are air-conditioned, can someone please tell me
WHY AM I SOOOOOOOOOOO HOT AND STICKY????
I can't believe this. I'm tired, sticky, yucky, uncomfortable, itchy, smelly, sleepy and IRRITATED. I'm irriitated because i'm feeling tired, sticky, yucky, uncomfortable, itchy, smelly, sleepy, and also because the over stimulated sweat glands at my nose keep making my specs sliding off down my nose, which i HATE. I'm feeling so lousy today that i can't help thinking there's some extra-terrastrial entity having fun in making me feel bad. I know this kind of thinking adopted an external locus of control way of reasoning, but i really cannot find any other reason. I can't control my sweat glands, can i?
Or maybe i can.
No, i dun mean controlling my sweat glands. I mean i can play a part to regulate my level of irritation. I can do that by simply listening to wat my guts tell me.
E.g. 01:
One hour b4 end of the day @ hospitalScenario: Sup pops his head in n says he got one outpatient, and if i dun wanna see it's ok.
Guts: ok! dun see lah! u're sleepy anyway.
Brains: but u should get hold of every chance to observe rite? AND it may lead him to think u're hard working!
Decision: To observe session
Consequence: I doze off IN FRONT of my sup and the client. wow. great impression he'll have of me man.
E.g. 02
Right after workScenario: debating to go Jap or not
Guts: Dun go lah! u're so tired le! like half a zombie le! no point!
Brains: Aiyah! dun be lazy. go! go! anyway u've already finished the jap hmwork le mah...
Decision: Went for Jap class
Consequence: slumped on the table, barely managing to follow the verbal questionings, and hence getting increasingly irritated at my lack of attention.
E.g. 03
After Jap classScenario: to call home n ask mum if she wanna eat takoball from pasar malam or not.
Gut: ar~ dun wan lah. so hot there. plus u wanna go home n sleep rite?
Brains: mmm... but mummy might be hungry... no harm calling to make sure rite?
Decision: call mummy
Consequence: queue for v long time @ the takoball stall, but ended up with no takoballs but one full belly of anger.
argh~ talking about takoball stall makes me angry again. tt idiot owner. dunno wat he's doing. so many pple queueing up, so many orders, but he'll juz say "okok! but need to wait ok?" BUT! was he efficient in making the balls? NO!!! he juz like loiter here loiter there for a full 5 mins b4 starting to scope up the batter.
The most irritating thing about him is when i place my order, another lady cut queue and shouted hers as well. but i say first wat. But guess wat happened? he only say ok to tt lady. den i tot maybe he got hear but never acknowledge only. so i waited, during which was his loitering stinct, made me bue ta han. i also noticed he acknowledges everybody else's orders, some he even confirm again. so my suspicious rose. When the heat got into me, i went forward and asked: "Uncle, u remember my order or not?"
"yaya... er but i forget le. tell me again la" wa kao. if i tell u now u'll juz queue me behind the hordes of pple tt placed their orders after me rite? y shd i wait while u take ur own sweet time? so i said "oh u forget le ah? ok loh nvm i dun wan le. bye bye". Believe me, my face is totally black le.
tt's not the way to do business mah~ juz because i'm in a cleaner-like uniform doesn't gif u the rite the ignore me rite? juz becoz other pple dress prettily doesn't mean u'll gif them priority rite? n when running a one-man show at the stall, yes, u're supposed to show that u're in control, but u're not supposed to seem like u're loitering around. it gets on pple's nerves. esp pple who dun haf all the time in the world to wait for u.
so now i'm home with a smelly head of hair. the worst thing is i can't wash them becoz if i do, it can only dry the earliest by 2am, and i cannot stay awake that long. eeks.
-hump- realised that i've side tracked alot. anyway, the point i'm trying to get across thru the 3 e.gs is: my brain is lousier than my guts.
sad rite?
è¯å yawned @ 10:34 PM
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