One thing I rarely do, at least in real life, is talk about my work. Seriously, I've already spent hours over there so why would I want to keep talking about the exigencies of my day-to-day medical drudge. Perhaps a few hilarious titbits here when I have my other colleagues around but I try to keep that to a minimum. There's really very little need to impress on my friends how wildly important and needlessly busy I actually am.
Point of fact, I actually try the opposite and at least pretend it isn't half as time-consumingly laborious than it actually is. Is there any need to extol my own virtues by claiming to have saved lives by the dozen in a week or to exalt my name by brandishing my published journals for all to see?
Obviously not.
I know I'm good, there's no need to remind anyone. So yes, most of my friends here blithely assume I'm living the life of a semi-retired socialite with few cares and worries. Perfectly fine since compared to the insane nerve-wracking days of slaving away in the inner city hospitals of the capital, this is basically a paid beach holiday.
Sort of.
But it's still work.
So when a real socialite of the Crazy Rich Asians stereotype comes along to whine about her lack of free time...
Barbara : Oh my, you catch so many television series! And read so many books!
Paul : So can you I think?
Barbara : Oh I couldn't! How do you find the time?
Paul : Well prioritize your time a little?
Barbara : Oh I simply can't. So little time I tell you! I can barely even finish my nails!
Oh so many things to say, especially to an entitled debutante who works at absolutely nothing and spends her entire late morning, confirmed on the ever-reliable Instagram, constructively talking to her pet pussy for hours. That's on the busiest of her days.
And she has no free time.
Seriously.
Darling, when you have the time to whine about being oh-so-busy, you aren't that busy.
But I also do know this particularly expensive strawberry would be utterly crushed by even the mildest censure I could come up with. Even my patented side-glance would be enough to excoriate her. Self-harm is quite possible and I wouldn't rule out intentional suicide at all. Mean I might be but at least I draw the line at intentionally pushing delicate exotic blooms off a ledge.
Point of fact, I actually try the opposite and at least pretend it isn't half as time-consumingly laborious than it actually is. Is there any need to extol my own virtues by claiming to have saved lives by the dozen in a week or to exalt my name by brandishing my published journals for all to see?
Obviously not.
I know I'm good, there's no need to remind anyone. So yes, most of my friends here blithely assume I'm living the life of a semi-retired socialite with few cares and worries. Perfectly fine since compared to the insane nerve-wracking days of slaving away in the inner city hospitals of the capital, this is basically a paid beach holiday.
Sort of.
But it's still work.
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| Hmm. Should I crush her like this strawberry? |
So when a real socialite of the Crazy Rich Asians stereotype comes along to whine about her lack of free time...
Barbara : Oh my, you catch so many television series! And read so many books!
Paul : So can you I think?
Barbara : Oh I couldn't! How do you find the time?
Paul : Well prioritize your time a little?
Barbara : Oh I simply can't. So little time I tell you! I can barely even finish my nails!
Oh so many things to say, especially to an entitled debutante who works at absolutely nothing and spends her entire late morning, confirmed on the ever-reliable Instagram, constructively talking to her pet pussy for hours. That's on the busiest of her days.
And she has no free time.
Seriously.
Darling, when you have the time to whine about being oh-so-busy, you aren't that busy.
But I also do know this particularly expensive strawberry would be utterly crushed by even the mildest censure I could come up with. Even my patented side-glance would be enough to excoriate her. Self-harm is quite possible and I wouldn't rule out intentional suicide at all. Mean I might be but at least I draw the line at intentionally pushing delicate exotic blooms off a ledge.
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