I was at work the other day when I was reminded of something Mum said some time ago. Well, someone had asked me to do something for another person and I reluctantly agreed to do so.
But as I was going to carry out the favour asked of me, I found myself mumbling and grumbling to myself...as soon as I realized what I was doing, Mum's words came to me: "If you ever agree to help someone out, you should not complain. Just do it graciously, no grumble mumble."
And I thought yea, how true...whether I had reluctantly agreed or willingly agreed, I still had agreed to help. I felt a little lousy after that because I had portrayed, although for a brief moment, a lousy attitude.
Sigh, there's still so much more to learn in life...but that's life, isn't it?
Yesterday I chased after and got up a bus that wasn't mine.
You see, I have to switch buses when going and coming back from work...so last night, just as I was getting down the 1st bus, I thought I saw the 2nd bus coming (at the bus stop across the road) and I thought, okay great! I'd just walk really really fast, cross the road and catch that bus 55 so that I wouldn't have to wait another 15-20 minutes till the next bus 55 comes.
So I walked really really fast and half-jogged across the road...and in my uniform (the dress, not the pants, mind you). I barely got there when the bus was almost going off, but the bus driver saw me waving slightly madly (haha) and so he stopped. Confidently, I got up the bus, sat down, and happily congratulated myself for catching the bus without any huge embarrassment (because in all my 4 years of living in S'pore, I've never chased after a bus before).
And then before I could catch my next breath, the bus turns left instead of to the right...and I was like, ohhh...SHUCKS. I got up the wrong bus. So nevermind, I rang the bell and got off at the next stop and walked 10 minutes to the bus interchange (well, I didn't want to embarrass myself by going back to the 1st bus stop, did I? I was wearing my uniform...and people remember people in uniforms).
So much for wanting to get home earlier. Hah. No wonder I've never chased buses.
The lesson here for me is this: Stick to NOT chasing buses.
And yesterday...I passed by someone who smelled like you. Sigh.
After working for a year, these are some of the things I've learnt from working in the ward:
- there is nothing like a mother's love. It is a most unusual love, really...
- I can amazingly remember so many nursery rhymes...my memory works, hehe...
- a child can start being rebellious by the age of two. Never underestimate a child's ability to learn and pick up things from the people they see everyday.
- there are naughty little pigs, and there are good little pigs. Naughty little pigs go to town while good little pigs go to the market and get roast beef.
- there are many "difficult" parents we have to deal with...sad to say, most of them are Christians. Really sad...sigh...
I had a long and hard day at work...the beginning of the shift was like a flea market, the end of the shift couldn't be any different. It was in fact, worse. The middle of the shift was not too bad...wish it lasted longer.
And I really have to say...some people are just so plain lazy and irritating and couldn't care less and irresponsible and it makes it worse that they're such sweet talkers. Erghh!!! And I really don't care what you think about me right now saying all this because I'm really very tired and mad and disappointed and I cannot take it when people push their responsibilities to me and say, "Sorry I gotta run" in such a sweet irritating voice...if they're the kind who CONSISTENTLY complete their work before going off duty I wouldn't mind at all helping them out, but hello??!?! They are always pushing their responsibilities towards other people and darn it, it makes me so absolutely mad. Erghhh.
I got onto the bus after work, after such a long day...and the first thing that catches my eyes is this little boy, sitting on his mother's lap, facing her. And he's one cute dude...he's all smiles and he's laughing and giggling and kissing his mommy on her nose, on her lips, on her eyes. Maybe he was entertaining himself or whatever, but he was clearly enjoying himself.
It was such an endearing sight to behold after my very nasty and long day in the ward...and it made me smile. At least there's still some love in this very nasty world.
Today also marks my first year in KK Hospital High Dependency...I've learnt so much and I've had my share of the good things and the not so good things. One year passes reallreallyreally fast. Now I can't wait for two more years to be over...it's not that I don't like my work...I like it. I just wanna get back to Malaysia lah. Let's just say I prefer not to stay in S'pore for too long...
Sigh...okie I gotta catch my zzzzzzs soon. Good night, world...
