Working in the UN

Working in the UN must be tough going. You need to be an ace student, graduate top of the class, look amazing in suits and specs and have annoying perfect skin and hair. Gah! Oh, you must also be fluent in many languages.

So I guess I will never be able to work in the UN. I can't speak properly. We had some nurses from the Mainland here on a visit to our hospital. They came and observed our clinical session and I had to give an explaination in mandarin on the workings, the conditions and the treatment processes and the things we expect diabetic nurses to be able to carry out. I have never had so much difficulty! I should have done more mandarin in school, or attended all the extra Saturday classes that I always managed to find an excuse to skive. My boss spoke in cantonese in the hope they understand while I had to translate cantonese-mandarin. After some blank looks, she realised that I didn't understand cantonese perfectly and it would be easier to speak in English for translating to Mandarin. Hahahaha.. I only hope that we got the message through properly!

There was also a really cool and interesting case this morning. We had the dermatologist down for it too. And the dermatologist brought along his groupie. It's so cute to see all the junior doctors running after the specialists. Maybe they all have some kinda competition to see who as the biggest group of followers and they can walk the corridors like triad lords. I've seen it here, I've seen it elsewhere. They never change.

Anyways, back to random crap. I come back from work and sleep for two hours due to sheer exhaustion. Then I wake up to look for dinner. It's not very socially adventurous is it? But it's ok. I rather bond with my bed than with losers.