I FLEW. WHEE.
anything but the blatant proof.
it might sound like a rant, cause it's a half truth anyways. half rant, half facts. so which one is it really is ?
first, don't people even know how to throw away rubbish?
for example, linens are in a plastic bag, you happen to get the last piece. what would you do after taking the last piece of linen?
a. throw the plastic bag away.
b. leave the plastic bag there.
two choices, simple eh? i sincerely hope that those chosen 'b' should be stoned. like really? would you leave it there? right in front of my eyes? either the person is just plain dumb or plain inconsiderate? i pity whoever's doing the housework at home for those people.
second, do they really need to be spoon fed every single thing? for example, my counter has no more blankets or linens, and i'm busy. they go , "charles, no more blankets ? why no more ?" and blah blah blah. or maybe, "charles, my c-collar, my sam splint how ?" bloody fucking hell. you mother fuckers know where the fucking items are right ? you worked so long and still don't know where in the bloody emergency department to take those things? if you are new, i DO NOT blame you at all and will galdy help. but this is not the case, at all. you have at least worked for half a year already. damn it.
third. this thing is really irritating. come on, i said from the first day, ONE do registering, ONE do the transfer. ONE go help support the main cot, ONE write down the details of whoever is here at the moment. ONE person for ONE task. TWO is too many. fucking idiot. i cannot remember HOW many times I went out to help support only to see HIM behind me. NOT writing the details. being redundant isn't being useful. it's been one month already or at least near one month already, and he's still fairly slow. you want to transfer the patients, go and mother fucking transfer ALL of them inside the P2 area, NOT transfer one, forget the rest and come out to take stickers. I can handle it outside MYSELF. not only that, i said that incident number is the most important, ok he got it. but what the FUCKING hell about the time arrived? remember one, forget the rest. ok, so he goes out to help the main cot, and DOES NOTHING. and a minor thing is that his handwriting is HORRIBLE. ok, so many other people's are too, but it especially irritates me when i see UNTIDY handwriting next to normal handwriting. and i don't want to mention anything bout the eating style. OH. iso. told him SO many times, one person needed inside only. AND yet he still goes in, when I'M already inside. WTF man. really WHAT THE FUCK.
ah fuck it.
don't know why the fuck this is happening, at all. maybe they should get a mother fucking wake up fucking up from me one day. the day when i really blow my top off. i do believe that my face shows everything when i'm pissed. if i'm pissed and i still talk, it's not that bad. but if i don't talk at all. no no no. and i have already controlled my temper very, very well during my national service time so far. only other than that time when it was really unreasonable, when i only asked a helpful question and all i got is a fucked up reply.
ah fucking hell.
or maybe i should just hold it in until i really fuck off in say, 24 more working days. or really blow the top.
time to take what life gives you, if it gives you shit, give hell back to it.
