Workback Mountain

Coming back to work after a relatively long break is always a drag. Not only have I gotten used to waking up at an unseasonable hour, I've also gotten used to dressing like a drunken, unkempt slob ( the vodka! ) at home. Really. At home, I actually schlep around in shorts and scruffy tees, and I keep a permanent stubble. Don't tell anyone.


Grumble... grumble...
Took a while for me to get up today - and an even longer while before I could finally match my screamingly lavender tie to my shirt - since I actually spent a good ten minutes grumbling incessantly over my meaningless life. Seriously. When is my Prince Charming gonna gallop up my doorstep and give me the domestic househusband life that I need? Thoughts like these didn't help much when I'm struggling with knotting my tie which led me to stumble groggily down the stairs only to realize that all that insane purple only served to make me look terribly gay Elton John - so I ran up to change.

During the leisurely drive through the empty roads, I found out that most of the schools are still out - and since everyone's still choked up with mandarins, obviously no one's going back to work yet! What made it worse was making my way into the hospital only to realize to my horror that everyone else is still on their break - and the parking spaces are all empty. Damn the happily holidaying 'hos. As I hiked to the wards, the nurses walked by giving me pitying looks like I'm the chosen sacrifice for the new year. How dare my Chinese colleagues leave me totally unaware of the fact that everyone's still on a break!

Still, it turned out to be a relatively uneventful work day ( obviously even the patients were taking a break ) and I spent my time reading the papers ( along with my prerequisite cup of morning coffee ), sending skanky messages to my friends and chatting up a new patient in their intensive care unit. It was a female patient just in case you're thinking I finally found my dream patient by the name of Chris Evans. Hell, if I had Chris Evans in the hospital, would I even be home writing this? I'd be glued to his side as his obsessed love slave!

Since I was a little disgruntled over the fact that I'd gone to work needlessly, I took the time to present my gripes to a friend only to find out that the grass isn't actually all that green on the other side :)

Paul : Is it wrong to hate my work?
Barry : Yes, it is. I started at 8 in the morning and I have a pile of work that will probably finish by 8 at night, if not later. You're having tea and sending messages at 4.
Paul : Oops.
Barry : I am jealous.
Paul : Hey, I am jealous of your big biceps.
Barry : You would have that too if you'd go to the gym. And it might not be that big anymore since I've missed five days.
Paul : Uhh...Is that a long time?
Barry : YES!

So the grass is actually a crummy burnt brown on the other side. At least it's not lavender.