Sunday, October 7, 2007
I've learned to embrace the weekends with open arms lately. I no longer look forward to shopping, tv, and all the other things which i used to enjoy. Just give me 8 hours of good sleep to make up for the early mornings. I guess the long hours (it's 8.30-6, mind you) at HPB has taken its toll on me. All i do is stare intently on the computer screen, plough through 1001 files, punch in figures for the nutitional content of food products. I can't imagine having to do this for 13 weeks. Any longer, i would be suffering from cumulative trauma disorders. Go google it if you've no idea what this is.
Every morning, 7am, i've to drag my sorry ass out of bed. My legs would protest by refusing to move a single inch, my hands would slam hard on the alarm to stop it from ringing further. I wished it's the weekend when i open my eyes every day, so that i can tell myself that it's alright to sleep longer. So one week passed, and i've deceived myself for 5 days.
I hate the morning madness on the train. It's like a supermarket sale, or worse. When the doors open, everyone would make a beeline for it. There would be some jokers who try to read newspapers in a jam-packed train, lean on the poles, try to squeeze onto the train. And i realised that the trains in the morning are especially jerky, causing me to lose my balance at times. Sigh. But i'm not complaining because it's another two weeks before i'm back at school.
I look forward to lunch time once i stepped into office. Nee & I lunched at the foodcourt in SGH on most days this week. The food's alright, but we got bored of it very soon. You know bad habits die hard. I never fail to keep my eyes on those young and promising doctors. So far, there aren't any eye candies. After lunch, i would countdown to 6pm. That's how i spent my days. I've no one to talk to in the cubicle except nee. Sometimes we would entertain ourselves with Facebook, Ebuddy. Opps. Everyone's either too busy to talk to us, or too unfriendly. There're a few exceptional cases though.
And when i get bored, i start listening to what people say from their cubicles. I know it's rude but i can't help it. I overheard that someone's husband was hospitalised cos he broke (i'm pretty sure it's not a fracture)his ankleS in a soccer game. He requires surgeries and would need 3 years to recuperate. Scary shit. World class footballers wouldnt suffer from such, what more a normal man.
More updates when i'm not feeling soo sour from work.
sprinkle some dust 10:16 PM