Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Out of Silence

6 months on.
Life is still good.
Med school is a few chapters behind now.
Working life is nothing and everything like what people say.
You think hate your job, yet you are addicted to it.
You like what you do, but you complain about everything.
You count the hours to finish work and go home, but at the end of the day, you'll go, "Wow, time flies!"
Your boss is nice, yet you are blamed for others' mistakes.
Your patients will request to be transferred to a private centre for further treatment, yet thank you profusely before they leave.
You get pissed at silly things people do, but there is always a smile plastered on your face.
You work your ass off trying to get as much things done in a day, but there is never enough time for everything.
You try your best to be better than you were before, but there is always something new to learn everyday.

'Try harder.'
'You can be better than this.'
'This is not your full potential.'
'I believe that there's more in you.'
'I push you because I know you can do it.'

Words that your superior would repeatedly say. Words which make you wonder if you are cut out for the job. Words which make you doubt your capabilities. Words which inspire you to do your best, but you wonder if it is enough.

Then, one day, your boss would say,
'You're good.'

I love my job.