Tuesday, October 04, 2005
First Day Cock-up
Bali Memorial, So they bombed it again?
She started off in the morning nice and early. No more Miss Tardy hellew Miss Punctual. Thank you to ramadhan. (provided no kipping after sahur)
She saw all the patients without a hint of a fake smile. She felt absolutely wonderful.
She actually walked from the car park to the stairs, not scampering like a been- shot- in- the ass skunk as usual, well, before then clambering up 6 flights of stairs because the elevator was just a nasty piece of artwork. I mean did it ever get to the bottom and actually opened and let people in and get people to E level. Might as well charge people to come and watch the world’s slowest elevator instead. E is where I work.
From that height, if one had a particularly bad morning, then was late to work, then had a row with the boyfriend, then forgot the pack lunch, then get a parking ticket for not parking in the ‘box’ properly then got shouted at by the boss and then jumped off the window, sure die one.
She greeted all that walked past her Mornin’ because having good in front of morning is just too hypocritical. When is morning ever good? Apart from when greeted by a pair of eyes that looked straight into yours so subdued so eager to want you to love him. So wanting you that when you say Baby I’m hungry he jumped out of bed and hurried over to bring you breakfast in bed. Ya Haw, come back to planet earth please miss.
So she seen all the patients, she made her way back to the operating theatre, she whistled and checked the machine, drawn up all the ‘poisons’ for the patients. All lined up like those green little soldiers. Ready for war. Not in this case lah kan.
She started the first patient and then the second and then the third just like packing sandwiches for Marks and Spencer, and then the consultant walked in to say ‘ Go and have a break’. Sweet. So she obligingly went to the coffee room.
She rummaged through the bag and she huffed and puffed what with the amount of pieces of papers from god knows which century flying all over the place making the task of 20p hunt challenging in there. Ah so she found the 20p. She was pleased. That’s the beauty of just sprinkling your loose change in your bag, you know you have it in there somewhere. Make it more beautiful, scrunch all your receipts from all possible shopping in there as well. Don't we just love challenges.
She plonked the 20p into the machine and she waited. Sreeettttt sledging down came the hot chocolate and down she slumped on the sofa like a slinky with the steaming hot chocolate under her nose. She sipped and and sighed, ahhh that feels better. Some grinning faces looked on her direction giving the oh-I-so-can-relate-to-you odd nods. Isn’t it just one of those mornings, she can hear them all shout at once.
Gulp. I am not supposed to feel better. I am flipping fasting!!! (*&^$£”£%&*&
Theatre manager, Mr.Giant noticed the change of weather in my face and went, Aaaaa, you’re suppose to be fasting aren’t you Naj??? Quick call the mosque!!!!
I am glad people thought it’s funny and had a dose of laughter in my expense. Funnier they thought was when I failed miserably trying to justify that I actually forgot that I was fasting.
Bad thought this, but why after the first sip? Why? Damn.
She started off in the morning nice and early. No more Miss Tardy hellew Miss Punctual. Thank you to ramadhan. (provided no kipping after sahur)
She saw all the patients without a hint of a fake smile. She felt absolutely wonderful.
She actually walked from the car park to the stairs, not scampering like a been- shot- in- the ass skunk as usual, well, before then clambering up 6 flights of stairs because the elevator was just a nasty piece of artwork. I mean did it ever get to the bottom and actually opened and let people in and get people to E level. Might as well charge people to come and watch the world’s slowest elevator instead. E is where I work.
From that height, if one had a particularly bad morning, then was late to work, then had a row with the boyfriend, then forgot the pack lunch, then get a parking ticket for not parking in the ‘box’ properly then got shouted at by the boss and then jumped off the window, sure die one.
She greeted all that walked past her Mornin’ because having good in front of morning is just too hypocritical. When is morning ever good? Apart from when greeted by a pair of eyes that looked straight into yours so subdued so eager to want you to love him. So wanting you that when you say Baby I’m hungry he jumped out of bed and hurried over to bring you breakfast in bed. Ya Haw, come back to planet earth please miss.
So she seen all the patients, she made her way back to the operating theatre, she whistled and checked the machine, drawn up all the ‘poisons’ for the patients. All lined up like those green little soldiers. Ready for war. Not in this case lah kan.
She started the first patient and then the second and then the third just like packing sandwiches for Marks and Spencer, and then the consultant walked in to say ‘ Go and have a break’. Sweet. So she obligingly went to the coffee room.
She rummaged through the bag and she huffed and puffed what with the amount of pieces of papers from god knows which century flying all over the place making the task of 20p hunt challenging in there. Ah so she found the 20p. She was pleased. That’s the beauty of just sprinkling your loose change in your bag, you know you have it in there somewhere. Make it more beautiful, scrunch all your receipts from all possible shopping in there as well. Don't we just love challenges.
She plonked the 20p into the machine and she waited. Sreeettttt sledging down came the hot chocolate and down she slumped on the sofa like a slinky with the steaming hot chocolate under her nose. She sipped and and sighed, ahhh that feels better. Some grinning faces looked on her direction giving the oh-I-so-can-relate-to-you odd nods. Isn’t it just one of those mornings, she can hear them all shout at once.
Gulp. I am not supposed to feel better. I am flipping fasting!!! (*&^$£”£%&*&
Theatre manager, Mr.Giant noticed the change of weather in my face and went, Aaaaa, you’re suppose to be fasting aren’t you Naj??? Quick call the mosque!!!!
I am glad people thought it’s funny and had a dose of laughter in my expense. Funnier they thought was when I failed miserably trying to justify that I actually forgot that I was fasting.
Bad thought this, but why after the first sip? Why? Damn.
