I am so miserable.

I am doing two calls this week, one LONG DAY, with the most 'perfect' combo-one senior doctor that never help her junior, another super nervous LO SOH consultant.

Here I am now, wearing my oversize on call uniform, sulking and sulking....the rest of my colleagues have gone to the HO Dinner for LOBSTER AND ALCOHOL....

And guess what? Ironically, both of these stupid calls are NOT mine.

Ok, I don't mind doing it for ZJ since he is always so sweet to me and he really wants to go to the dinner tonight.

But with M? ! BARRFFHH!

Honestly I never like her, I don't know why.

She is nice, friendly and all that but I still believe that she is faking it. She has this pretentious loveliness that reminds me of some of the ang mo in NZ.

A month ago, I agreed to do her call on Sunday if .....I can make it.

And now I can't, but she is not taking her call back. She acts as if this is not her bussiness and does not give a shit about my misery.

How am I going to move all my stuffs to my new condo in a day?!!

Honestly, if I am wicked enough, I should just say flatly to her that I am not going to do her call. After all, she is the on call doctor on Sunday, dutifully and legally, black-and-white.

WK said I am too soft-hearted to do that, if it's him, he will just do that.


SIGH.

Now Darling is enjoying somewhere after his exams.

And I am still feeling rather miserable.

All I need now is a good night call ....

* Dreaming is like lollies to the souls_ 2:31 AM