Chasing Dreams

9th August (Saturday) - Hello :D And yes, it's a Saturday and yep, working day. Welcome to the League of Working People (LoWP). So far I wasn't asked to work on a Sunday yet, but I can assure you, once I start doing ward shifts, I'll be working on Sundays as well. So I'm going to enjoy the Sundays that I have.
Anyway, I worked on Saturdays before back when I was doing my management course, it's just that I miss having weekends off, oh well. It's my third day doing a clerk's job, but since it's a Saturday, I have to multi-task once more. I finally got the whole admission, discharge and booking appointment computer system down, but I can't seem to log in to use the system. Ugh, first my thumb print clocking in, now this. I really don't get this at all.
First, I was given a bundle of clothes and was instructed to attend to a new admission. So I did. The moment she saw me. she sat up from her bed and the whole conversation went like this:

"You're Chinese!"
"Um, yes I am..."
"I been in this ward regularly but I had never seen you before..."
"Oh, well, I'm new. Are you a regular patient, madam?"
"Yes, I am. I've been here for so long but this is the first time I've seen a Chinese nurse in the ward."
"Ah, I see. Anyway, here are the clothes, madam. If you need any help, just press the bell and we'll come right over."
"Alright, dear. I hope to see you in future."

Just a simple conversation, and yet her words touched me. She put some faith into me. I was having second thoughts whether I can last til the end of my probation but hearing her words, I feel a tiny hope growing in me. I'm going to give it my all for all the patients' sake.
Since it was a Saturday, there are 6 OP cases going on. With not much attendants, we're in mayhem. As soon as we sent one down, we have to run back up for the next case. And since I'm doing my clerk job,
every hour I'll get a call from OT, chasing me to bring down the next case or chasing me to get the patient up to the ward. Eesh, and I thought Saturday is a day where you can stay a little calm. Ah well, that's a different setting.
Moving on, since we didn't have much time to do filings on weekdays; the clerk and I spent most of our time filing and arranging documents in preparation for the folders the weekdays. She then talked to me as we sorted out folders after folders.

"I've been meaning to ask you, girl. Why did you pick up nursing?"
"Well, originally I wanted to be an artist or a journalist."
"Why didn't you, girl?"
"I really wanted to. But my parents scared me into saying artists or journalists can never ever make a living."
"What? That's absolute nonsense. Who says artist or journalists can't make a living?"
"Oh well, it's not that I've given up on them. At least I managed to get my nursing license and cert."
"That's true. Nursing is a guaranteed profession, you'll never go out of job. At least, you have a safe job and you can pursue your other dream."
*mumbling softly to own self* "Actually... I already did..."

And I'll keep doing it until I can't write any more...