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24. That wasn’t necessarily the title of the famous Jack Bauer series. Instead, that’s the number of people eyeing my potential job assignment and the number of prospective murderers who are eagerly aspiring to hunt me down, skin me alive, feast with my internal organs, and put my skeletal remains to good use, just to get a job, with my name already written all over it.

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Yesterday was one of my busiest days ever. So many things happened that posting everything in this entry would make this post incredibly boring. I’ll try to save some stuff for later posting, and will instead post today the highlights of yesterday.

I made a courtesy call to my ICU supervisor (who has been waiting for moi since time immemorial). Remember my old post where I said that I bypassed a 6-month compulsory medical-surgical ward experience required prior to occupying an ICU post? Well, I did, upon which many staff (who are keenly eyeing that ICU slot) were alarmed and furious. Brag Alert: What can I do if I’m more qualified for the job (than them) and my boss is satisfied with my performance? I guess it’s not any of my faults anymore. (Sorry, that was totally uncalled for.)

What really infuriated me was the conversation that transpired between a new trainee and yours truly, upon which the verbatim speech, and the hidden meaning of the wordplay, are transcribed below.

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Me: Hi! Is Ms. Supervisor around? I need this pre-employment requirement personally signed by her.

She: (In an annoyingly infuriating voice) She’s in Bed G. Someone’s having a code.
Trans: Who are you little biatch in an unflattering blue top? Someone’s dying in Bed G and all you could think of is that silly little paper of yours? How inhumane could you get?

Me: Oh then I’ll come back later. Could you tell her that I came for a visit? I’m Ruff by the way.
Trans: I’ll come back later bee-yotch with an attitude. Honey, consider yourself lucky for having the opportunity of meeting and personally talking to me, to which only a few handful have had the chance of experiencing. I’m Ruff, by the way. Yup, you’ve heard it right, Ruff. Spelled as R for ravishing, U for uber-yummy, F for furious and F for fun. =)

She: (In a more shocked and aghast tone) Ooh so you’re Ruff.
Trans: So you’re the reason why the supervisor won’t hire me, and the rest of us, the 24 staff nurses eyeing for the post!!!

Me: Are you getting IN for the ICU post?
Trans: Oh my god, are you trying to steal my job?

She: Unfortunately not. Ms. Supervisor wants you to get IN first before she plans on even considering us eh.
Trans: So, you indeed are Ruff! The frigid little whore who Ms. Supervisor prefers to HIRE instead of the 24 of us who have been kneeling in front of her just to be considered for this job. Go to hell, you pesky 5’1” minuscule troll! Get out of my sight before I strangle you alive with this dextrose line I’m holding!

Me: Oooh, I see. Hmmm, well, I’ll come by later instead. KThanksBye!
Trans: So that’s the reason for the attitude! Might as well flee before I got shocked (defibrillated) by this mad creature or something.

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I later confirmed through my supervisor that out of (atleast) 24 staff nurses (senior staff, trainees, probies, etc.) eyeing for the job, I was considered as the nurse-of-choice. The 24 have been persistently trying to know who I was and what I have that made them the less-favored species.

Don’t you just hate it when people talk behind your back and underestimate you without even having had the chance of meeting you or knowing you personally at least? It’s not my fault if my boss wants me, and not them. I, though, have an inkling that it is because I do my JOB WELL and I do not misjudge a person for who or what he/she is. Try to do your job well, you guys! And the rewards you truly deserve will be given unto you.

Crab mentality really sucks.

I believe in karma, you know. Cultivate good seeds and soon harvest sweet fruits, plant bad seeds and reap bitter crops. And between the two of us, I guess it is me who got the last laugh. Bwahahaha. Okay, that’s just mean.

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Sorry if this entry is teeming with fury and bitterness. It’s just that so much angry feelings are welling inside of me that I might burst if I don’t let them out. I’m really a civilized person. It just pains me to see how people could do dirty things to get what they want. I’m utterly speechless.