When the alarm clock swats you back
The curse of Monday mornings is back.
You know... when you swat the alarm clock in the morning, and the alarm clock swats you back, apart from the incessant meowing (and biting) from the Chairman to tell you that his breakfast is due.
Yes. I am back to work and the first week was a mad rush of keeping up, not to mention having to still keep up with the backlog from school.
Clinic was worse. Last week was MRI week. I hate MRI week as there is bound to be somebody not responding to treatment. I had to break the bad news to 2 people; one was a 27 year old guy with a young family.
There are a few things to be thankful about. My trip to Japan pushed through, thought that too had it's share of near mishaps. I miscalculated train schedules and almost didn't make it to board the plane for Singapore. I arrived at the airport 30 friggin minutes before flight time. The counter lady was kind enough to hastily check me in (even forgot to even check my passport), accompanied me all the way to the immigration counter, and I arrived at the boarding gate 5 minutes before boarding time (with time even to buy some stuff from duty-free). Oh. I suppose it helped as well that I've ungraded myself to business. I wonder if the counter lady would have been as helpful had I been in coach.
Come July and I'm headed to the US... on United A. I'm cringing just thinking about it.