I have never treated work emails this year with much urgency. Coz they're usually announcements. Or the work roster. Or an update about something that is just good for information, but not directly concerning me. Today I discovered an email that does directly concern me. And it was from a week ago. Ooops. But I haven't missed the dates involved, so phew. I did panic for a few precious seconds when I read it. Then I read it PROPERLY, settled my brain enough to THINK and realised haha, close call.
Anyway, it does make me feel more important to have a specific duty, even if it's only for 10 days, but oh the sense of responsibility makes my stomach work overtime and gives me the burps. These days I'm just glad I didn't decide to study medicine. I think I would cave under the responsibility if I was a doctor. Today I observed a medical officer being grilled by several consultants following her presentation and was doubly glad I wasn't in her shoes =P Yes yes call me a chicken if you like. Or a jellyfish.
This week's attachment is in the Communicable Disease Centre of my hospital. It looks like a little colonial village, with trees and pathways and wooden windows. It's also got lots of mozzies. And dengue patients. Eep. Plus I opted NOT to get the triple flu jab that was free for all staff and there's a thing called H3N2 going around nowadays. I question my decisions sometimes.
And my superviser for the week said this yesterday:
"Oh try not to walk on the grass because there are snakes here."
How exciting! Indiana Jones style. Well, OK perhaps not Indiana Jones, coz he dealt with pythons and spikes coming out of cave walls. Maybe Steve Irwin. Except I'm not brave like Mr Irwin so I don't want to touch it. Just watch it. For 5 minutes and then someone can come bag it up and take it to the zoo. And yes. It proves my point that grass is DANGEROUS. Icky.
Right. Sometimes one knows when one needs sleep.
1 comments:
Jellyfish~ Such a drama queen... But I like!!! Yes, check your emails often, at least once a day (or more, I was told). May be grass are valuable asset in Singapore and you don't get them around as much, so your supervisor made up a story that avoid people trampling on the precious grass. Or it might be true that snakes have limited habitat in Singapore - poor thing - so their only hideout is in the grass.
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