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Monday, July 09, 2007
project 355: the hills are watching
death and taxes, Benjamin Franklin once said. there's nothing more certain in this world than death and taxes. of course, he was living in an era where he was the father of electricity and technology was as advanced as the the steam works. it seems that i've got another to add to Ben's list of sureties, however: life these days changes so fast that it's difficult to find some stable ground to actually stand on. just when you thought that you could finally settle on that lovely little plateau in life, lay out the well-deserved picnic basket and enjoy the fruits of your labor, the realities of life rear their fugly little faces once again. like irritating street buskers trying to entertain with their horrid renditions of 'The Sound of Music', they chase after you decked in random apparel made out of curtains, brandishing guitars and perhaps chainsaws. they don't give you any peace and rest at all. so much so that you are left with no choice, having to move further uphill to look for another plateau to enjoy that seemingly elusive picnic. The Hills Are Alive with the Sound of Music? i daresay it's more like The Hills Have Eyes with the Sound of (insert random horror movie theme). unfortunately, this same concept spills over to involve all things career-wise. you know that moment at work, when you are finally in the comfort zone of things? you anticipate problems and are able to settle them with relative ease. paperwork is no longer a hassle once you've discovered all the various shortcuts and underhand methods to complete them. you no longer spend twenty minutes everyday asking everyone in the office where they keep the spare staple bullets. hell, you could even do all your work with your eyes closed while getting a blowjob, courtesy of Harry from Human Resources. but that's where the bed of roses ends. the hills, you see, have never had their eyes closed. in fact, they are the ones who are constantly on the lookout, watching for their prey. before you even know it, your status of proficiency at work has been taken into consideration and you are now deemed ready to undertake more 'responsibilities'. of course, having 'responsibility' at work is never ever a reward, but more of 'delegation' on the supervisors' parts. perhaps so that they can have their own fun with that resourceful little human named Harry. this was presumably what my supervisors at work saw in me for the past few weeks. finally being able to cope with the stress of the job, fighting back with people and handling potential patient complaints with eloquence. all the signs (with the exception of Harry) pointing towards me being up for more responsibilities. couple this with a major reshuffling of ward staff and my ward sisters start to see an incoming preceptorship stint for me. a bunch of fresh graduates from the school of nursing has just passed out from the local polytechnics you see, and all of them need preceptors to navigate them through the perils of the job. and once again, being able to speak well and participating in an annual Nursing debate has worked against me. all i wanted in this job was to finish my bond in peace and sod off. but as the saying goes, 'Man Proposes, But God Disposes'. and sure enough, the fates have disposed a relatively irritating preceptee in my hands: a chubby guy three years younger than me with the PR skills of a stainless steel tea kettle. EVERYBODY in the ward knows this guy because his girlfriend happens to work here as well. behind the backs of the somewhat loving couple, everyone has only politically-correct things to say about them. one fine example: 'Wah, (insert name of colleague)'s boyfriend is so caring. he always stays back after his morning shift to help her with her afternoon shift.' if you read between the lines though, you can see the words 'clingy', 'dependent', 'possessive', 'overly-caring' and 'inferiority complex' hidden behind the bushes complete with camo face paints. i mean, a boyfriend that stays beyond his morning shift to help with the girlfriend's work during the afternoon shift, not just once, but at least two days in a week. i think 'no life' is the word that you're looking for. that's not all however. because just a week after i have been declared his preceptor, i start hearing loads of bad feedback from all my colleagues. i only got to see him once during the past week because of two days of sick leave and clashing shifts. returning back to work on saturday, the first thing my colleagues started muttering were 'your preceptee ah.... tsk'. apparently, it seems that he has offended a lot of people in the ward with his bad work attitude and obstinate ways. i'm still trying to get the full story of what really happened because it's prolly not fair to my preceptee as well to just listen to their side of the story. still i know my colleagues and they are nurses. it really takes quite a lot of effort to make their blood boil. then again, my preceptee has all the eloquence of a stainless steel tea kettle. boiling blood shouldn't be a problem for him, no? on top of having to take care of twelve patients per shift, i now have to render assistance to my preceptee. and he's not exactly the most easiest of people to work with. responsibilities... it makes being an adult rather irritating, don't you agree? 12 Comments:
oh one thing being a mentor. You just have to stop being over friendly with your mentees. Things have changed, nowadays, the management cannot see how the "fucked up" the mentee is despite you giving them the necessary hand-holding. Cos management may just turn their back at u and say you have been a bad leader. I encountered that before.. It is sickening when your mentees dno't have a good attitude to begin with. thereisnoFREEWILL@thegodsareCHEATSandliars.com No argument there. Responsibility sucks. Part and parcel of adulthood unfortunately. What do you think they'd call you guys if you become the chief of nurses? Calling you guys sister would be weird... so brother? Father? Look at it this way bein an adult is irritating? absobloominglutely!!!! Being a preceptee, I dont think all of us have a bad attitude except for some. shit happens. Well, I may or may not know the person you're referring to. But for what i'm sure he's my batch boys. I think all of us have been mentees before; guidance from seniors etc, so I guess it's 'payback' time now! Wah the spam is so long! savante: agreed about adulthood and responsibilities. however, they don't call us brothers or the gay ones, sisters, at the ward level. the nursing officers tend to be addressed by their surnames. like Mr. Zhang. i'll be an old fart by then. hopefully still hawt. I am one of the newly grads from polytechnic. Lol. I think i know who your preceptee is. He is really kind of irritaing. <--Home |
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