Gungho Janes and Workplace Woes

Late one day of blog posts and I've been chided by no less than three concerned fellas - who are inexpertly hiding the fact that they are obviously wickedly working hand in glove together. Still, it's a good reminder indeed that there are people out there who actually enjoy reading the occasional musing and rant from me. :)

Been a little busy settling down to the new environs, the new workplace and of course, the sudden shift in paradigm knowing that exams are looming dangerously up ahead while I'm still careering carelessly down that imaginary highway of life. In reality of course, the highway I take on a daily basis seems fraught with unforeseen roadblocks, maniacal motorcyclists and painfully slow drivers clearly placed on this earth to teach me sheer patience while driving me slowly insane. To add to my problems, my unfortunate broadband provider is taking a while to set up leaving me at the tender mercies of bartenders at Starbucks as I scurry suspiciously around with my laptop and caffe mocha.


A door to all sorts of possibilities...
There are some perks along the way of course. Working in a new place has given me the chance to renew old ties of friendship with medical school compatriots such as Eagle Eye Eddie and also to observe unusual new personalities such as GungHo Ginny. Classified in an exclusive subset of the intense, overachieving, peptic-ulcer-developing student species - also known as Medicaschoola Bitchiora, medical physicians who huddle together in overly familiar, prison-like working environments ( also known to everyone else as the hospital ) tend to develop odd little quirks that distinguish them from the general population.

Unsurprisingly, GungHo Ginny displays all these abnormal quirks that mark an overambitious, desperately kiasu medical student but these are also the same unfortunate irritating quirks that would have one possibly branded as a deranged madman to be confined to an institution for her own safety. Always barging her way to be first in line, always the first to put up her overeager puppy waving hand to volunteer and always the first to blindly dash through an open door - hopefully one day falling inadvertently into a pool of starving alligators.

Don't get me wrong. I don't hate her. Yet. But that twitching clairvoyant eye of mine clearly foresees my wicked hands nudging her off a cliff sometime in the future for some unknown wrong. Then again, that would probably land me in deep trouble with the long arm of the law - which obviously frowns on doctors taking assisted precipitous leaps off sheer cliffs. Possibly they wouldn't blame me if she tottered off the edge and I was too frail to hold on, rite?

For those who are tut-tutting right about now for my nefarious plans, let's just say that finding someone to bitch about actually does count as a perk! Certainly takes my mind away from whining over the curiously alien workplace where everything familiar has taken a decidedly sinister cast. There's so little cause to celebrate after all...

Well oh yeah, perhaps only one - certainly not forgetting the added perk of being close enough to call up Charming Calvin for a regular meeting of wet tongues and Haagen Dazs. :)