Wednesday, November 30, 2011

the first 6 months

It has been already a bit more than 6 months since I started my residency training. I wish I could say that it was not as bad as I expected.But it's exactly as I expected. The time constraints are getting to me and the additional activities not directly related to the training are getting on my nerves.

Just the fact that my co-residents are all women, married, with kids makes my own concerns seem small in comparison. How can I argue with a request for me to go on duty on a Sunday because it's a son or daughter's birthday, the only time to attend to wedding plans, etc. etc.?

Ask me what I know so far - not enough. I should know a lot more by now but I'm not focused. I've never been disciplined enough to study a few hours every day. Whatever amount of free time to myself gets wasted on mundane things like sleep and looking for dates.

What bothers me is that I don't have anything good to say about what I'm in right now. It's not that I'm in over my head. It's just that my perspective is somewhat skewed.

I need something to balance the stress. Maybe someone will do.

Sunday, November 6, 2011


It was around 9pm and I was heading home after watching a movie. It was a bit of a movie date that wasn't bad but just felt... Lacking. I had been at work the whole day so was a bit tires and I decided to take a taxi home. I was lost in thought while waiting for the specific taxi line that wouldn't mind going to my place (taxi drivers here are choosy). After maybe 30min I finally got to flag one down.

Like I said, I was deep in thought and it was maybe after 10mins that I got a look at the driver. He was cute (just when I least expected it). Maybe it was the frustration or stress of work that made me foolhardy enough to try and flirt with him :) anyway, i started small talk...

The easiest topic I could think of was to ask about his work (one of my ambitions is to become a taxi driver. Don't ask). He said he drove for 24hrs every other day and since he had insomia, this job made good use of it.

I guess he assumed that I worked at an office because of my clothes. He asked me,
"how much do you earn in a month?"

I answered honestly to that.

He said, "i make that much in one week." and then added, "you could apply as a taxi driver at our office."


(and as for the flirting part - where was traffic when it was needed!)

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