Work.
What can I say about work.
When my juniors' ask me, what can they expect from work.. I don't know what to say, other than the usual.. You'll survive. You'll pick up as you go along. Be humble. Ask alot. Ask everything. Have a good attitude.
Yeah, if you have all that, you'll get by.. I guess..
I forget to mention things like:
-You need a very big bladder. If you don't have one, you're probably going to have to learn how to control that wee thing of yours, because going to the bathroom.. is an opportunity you might not get.
But then again, why would you ever need to go to the loo, if you have minimal or even No fluid intake!
- No input, means... No ouput!
It's amazing how you forget even the most basic need of every living creature, when you're rushing to get the job done on time, knowing if you don't, more shitload of work is just gonna come piling on you. I have no idea how many times, I've wanted to go the bathroom, or wanted to take just a sip of water, or something to munch on just to pacify my stomach and I end up forgetting to do so just because something else came up.
And by the time I'm done with that job, I always end up standing there wondering what I initially wanted to do, and before you know it, I'm being called again, because apparently I look too free. Nice.
Work began at 7am. It ends at 5pm. It's supposed to. I came home at 9pm today. Which isn't too bad. I've had worse days. I had my first drink of water, first meal and first bathroom break of the day upon arrival back home. They say it's the little things in life that we take for granted? Well I'm grateful enough I get to come home to all those. A warm meal, a nice cold beverage, and my toilet at home, because I hate public toilets.
-You need soft, comfy, spongy, good padded shoes.. or your feet are fucked. Seriously. Toes and all, man.
When I first started working, by the end of the first month, I swear, I could not feel my feet. They were numb. When I walked I couldn't feel the ground. When I stepped on my car pedals, I didn't know how low down I was pushing it. I used to crawl or drag my body around the house on the floor like soldiers do just so I didn't have to use my feet. Gross, i know. But yeah, i'm like that. Whatever. Just get good shoes.
-Lastly, get Good Pens.
Doesn't seem like necessary advice, but believe me. Doing what I do. You write. Alot. And you write. Everything. You write down the dates, the time, precise of every detail. You write, who said what, and who did what, and what your patient said or did or what happened. Unless of course you work at those damn hospitals that have everything computerized, then screw you, you don't have to go through all this.
Finding that proper pen that suits you, is like Harry Potter trying to find that perfect wand for himself. I've had conversations with my bosses about pens. Which was good, which runs out faster, which is liable to die right after it hits the ground, which one leaks and stains your pockets and which is smoother.
Your writing may be shit, but at least at the end of the day, with a proper pen, it ain't so much of an eye sore.
And there you have it, folks. My two cents about crap no one would particularly bother about. Probably have some more nonsensical tips somewhere at the back of my head, but I'm too lazy to straighten out my noodles and think about it.
Next time, and I promise it'll be as irrelevant as this one too.
