I dont really like to complain about life so much like couple of years back but at this point I just want to complain but I don't know how to start. Its just so hard living life with decisions after decisions piling up after one another. Its so like if we do this, then we will do that for the other thing and the story just goes on and on and on.. at the moment, life is like this for me...
Well.. no one said pharmacy was going to be 5 years... I totally did not sign up for a 5 year course.... And no one said the last year is the toughest.. You need to get used to work, studying after work and weekends, getting up at a routine time, spending most of your days in an old building staring out of the window at the blue blue sky and the wonderful sunshine.. Gosh.. I sound like I am in jail... probably I am..
Caught in the whrilwind of hours that we need to fulfill for us to be registered. Seriously, have you calculated the hours before you set it as a standard? Have you even done a trainee year before with all these hours to worry about and on top of that EXAMS, and don't let me start.. exams fees that are ridiculously EXPENSIVE to the roof for us that are earning meagre amounts the least to say as international students we need to pay rent, electricity, groceries, internet (to finish our painstaking intern programme work on time!), and food. I think those who set the hours should trial a year for themselves, with no proper holidays, or the least to say proper study leave, not because work does not let you off but because you CANNOT take as you will be left without enough hours...
Stress from intern programme, exams, work is enough and this 1824 hours is just ridiculous. We are not able to take leave to get the hours, and if we take some for study, then our registration will be pushed till late December, which is then the PEAK period for you guys procesing the paperwork and it will take way longer for us to be registered. Do you plan to take the whole year off and work during December to just process our applications? I guess not, because it is stated, processing will depend on workload at that time and will be subjected to availability. Gosh.. its christmas time! who is going to be working.... Totally illogical planning...
Fine.. shall stop complaining about stupid regulations and restrictions that paint the outer coat or shell of a rotting inner self... Ranting shall end here... if not this blog will be sued and other means of explosions have to be sought
nomad
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
the start or the end?
This typing box somehow brings back memories, and I remember typing into something similar 12 years ago.. GOSH.. have I aged that quicly.. time flies..
Why I started this blog I am not sure, and how long this will last I am not sure either, or will it find its fate in the dust after this post, I don't know too! So let it pray for its own survival..
Its almost the end of a year as a trainee, and I really do not know what has brought me so far down this path. I remember starting this journey feeling really pumped and telling myself no matter how hard it can be, I will be able to pull through due to my nature of not giving up or pushing even more when the going gets tough. I find myself in the past able to push more when people actually say its going to tough, maybe coz i want to prove them wrong or just to challenge myself.
But this year has just been, over the top. Feeling like a cup that has been poured water into and has overflowed for a very very long time. There used to be time the years before to take a breather and catch my breath before I press the 'restart' button again to begin the challenge. This year, there has been no restart button to press, or rather, there is no time to even search for the button. In and out there are just things to think about, consider, decide, speak, do, act..... until I am just in a 'whatever' mode.
Nevertheless, I have learnt a lot this year as well, got smacked in the face for many things I did not think about, or realize it could be done that way, definitely a part of growing up. See myself making the effort to enjoy life rather than filling it up, or maybe because it is too full to be filled up with anything else I want to do. oh well. not making much sense here.
Save more ranting for another day as I really should hit the books hard before the dust gets the better of my nose.
Why I started this blog I am not sure, and how long this will last I am not sure either, or will it find its fate in the dust after this post, I don't know too! So let it pray for its own survival..
Its almost the end of a year as a trainee, and I really do not know what has brought me so far down this path. I remember starting this journey feeling really pumped and telling myself no matter how hard it can be, I will be able to pull through due to my nature of not giving up or pushing even more when the going gets tough. I find myself in the past able to push more when people actually say its going to tough, maybe coz i want to prove them wrong or just to challenge myself.
But this year has just been, over the top. Feeling like a cup that has been poured water into and has overflowed for a very very long time. There used to be time the years before to take a breather and catch my breath before I press the 'restart' button again to begin the challenge. This year, there has been no restart button to press, or rather, there is no time to even search for the button. In and out there are just things to think about, consider, decide, speak, do, act..... until I am just in a 'whatever' mode.
Nevertheless, I have learnt a lot this year as well, got smacked in the face for many things I did not think about, or realize it could be done that way, definitely a part of growing up. See myself making the effort to enjoy life rather than filling it up, or maybe because it is too full to be filled up with anything else I want to do. oh well. not making much sense here.
Save more ranting for another day as I really should hit the books hard before the dust gets the better of my nose.
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