When you have to go to work, that is. All I can think of is snuggling in bed, warm and preferably naked under the thick blankets with my sweet Charming Calvin. Instead I'm braving the howling rain, the rousing thunder and the slippery skids for the hospital this Sunday morning - muttering curses under my breath all the while.
Lousy work hours. The unforeseen perils of dating a physician.
The heavy iron shackles of duty and responsibility are factors that drive me to work but I'm not sure how much ambition there is in that volatile mix. Not much, I gather since I still find myself a bit lackadaisical when it comes to my professional exams. I'm sure the ambitious sort - such as the overenthusiastic, desperately kiasu interns in Grey's Anatomy - would have found some ingenious way to smuggle in some textbooks during their tiring on-call but all I wanna do is get some shut-eye when I catch a break. Like my other unfortunate compatriots facing exams, I'm starting to be a bit unsure about the road taken.
The road not taken
Perhaps a last-minute detour to take the one less traveled by would be a better idea. After all like Robert Frost, everyone wonders about the road not taken. And I do have some semi-serious ambitions when it comes to interior decorating ( and my lovely curio shop! ). :) Anyone care to give me a paying job?