My Thoughts Disintegrated

So I'm supposed to be in my office now but i went out looking for a computer shop where I can blog. Yes, I'm this terrible! I'm bored.

I now work in a hospital as Chief Dietitian. I started Monday of last week. And well, I got my first pay yesterday. Yay! Thats awesome, I know. I can go shopping this weekend. At this hour, it usually gets real boring coz theres nothing to do. And I'm allowed to go out. So here I am now doing something totally not related to my job. It's called de-stressing.

Hey I need a break anyway. I've not really asked for a break out loud but they gave me one now. I've not been in-front of the computer for days coz i get totally exhausted and when I get home, I'd be a dead cabbage. I'd just take a shower and crash. No more quality time with my pc. Yes, no dinner too. I'm an undernourished nutritionist. My mom got a good look of me the other day and she was like, "You look like a stick." And I replied, "At least a smiling stick, ma!"

Starting next week, I can already report to work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays only. But for my first two weeks (which will end this Friday), I have to be at the hospital everyday to familiarize myself with the routines and stuff. But I'm already familiar. SO now I'm re-familiarizing myself with my blogging habit.

For days, I've been putting up with everyone getting so excited to "meet the newbie". I'm glad everyone's been nice. But i've also been putting up with this doctor who goes to my area after lunch declaring that my smile is his dessert. And this other guy who keeps popping on the fridge near my office to get water about 7 times in a minute and then asking me stuff like how old i am or where i live or do i have a boyfriend tralalala. And these buncha students doing on-the-job training who hang out near the stairs that lead to the Dietary Department. There are men everywhere. My friends say they think I should wear a helmet. But I dont need that. My defenses are up even if I don't tell them. It's called "men fatigue".

Anyway, my friend Michael is helping me with my moving to Australia. I've changed my mind about going to Singapore to work. I've just laid out better plans, which I'm still prayin for.

Before I got this job, my thoughts were disintegrated. They were everywhere and no one could talk to me straight. All I could do right was to write poetry. BUt then this job came and the hope of getting the paper I need to go to Australia. I'm just thankful. I see a little direction now. ANd I'm really happy about how things are going.

This job is tiring. Really tiring. There's no elevator and my department is on the third floor while my office and the nurses' station is on the first floor. Imagine how many times I have to go up and down in a day. My consolation is that my staff's a crazy and happy bunch. They keep me sane.

And yes, Im ready to throw away the treadmill.

Okay, I gotta go back to the hospital now.