On Your Mark, Get Set... Go!

F4 threw a ward party some time ago. A little gesture to show our colleagues we were thankful for all their support. Together, we pulled off quite a feat. Stuffing the tearoom with pasta, potato salad, fried rice, 2 different types of pizza, jelly, assorted tidbits and 2 cakes! 1 cake we bought, the other was sponsored by our wonderful Leni! She bought us this really cute Nemo-themed ice cream cake, complete with Dory, Marlin and Nemo!

Love you woman! Thanks a bunch!

That’s not all. We also decorated the place with balloons and banners. What a sight it was!

I set up the room famished. And being near lunchtime, the rest of the people that had streamed in were also starting their overproduction of gastric juice. So when we got the green light to start eating, everyone ploughed through the feast like savages. By the time I remembered to take pictures, most of the food had either been packed or eaten!

Ah well, at least I have it stored in my mind.

Many people came us to shake our hands to congratulate us on our promotion. The only downside was an incomplete F4 as Snoopy was slated for her round of night duty so the 3 of us had to make do.

Next party must be complete ok?!

Now, the ward’s busy preparing for the upcoming audit next week. We've got so many fickle minded supervisors to entertain, super last minute case studies, changes in guidelines, new additions to uniforms and a shit load of other rubbish.

Those old birds should have started their spring cleaning a long time ago so the changes could be internalized rather then ruffling feathers and making everyone on the ground all dazed and confused.

Makes me feel like slapping them! Ngiao hiang, you think I'm so free meh?

And lo’ and behold, Lao Lao has decided to appoint me as this stupid "Audit Liaison Officer". It sounds so, er.. Liaison. Haha.. just seriously cracks me up every time.

Anyway...

What the hell do I know about the audit?!

What the hell does SHE THINK I know?

*shakes fist*

My blardy (only a-year-old I must add) neck is on the line here. If anything goes wrong, the first head to roll will be mine. I'm responsible for any lapse in policy and protocol in my station. I swear she just needs a scapegoat here. But I guess since I'm such a 'spring chicken', no one should expect me to be perfect.

I’ll be on a dreadful 8-4pm shift everyday! Which means no more late nights or sleeping in for the whole week.

Goodbye late night TV... *sobs*

I'll just avoid anyone remotely angmoh looking next week.

I’ll probably just act like I don’t understand English and speak with a super thick cheena accent to throw the auditors off tangent. If they’re males, I’ll send Kristabel in prostitute wear for distraction. If they have fetishes, then I’ll send Lao Lao! No lah!

If all else fails, I’ll just fake a grand mal.

Hur Hur Hur.

I’m crossing whatever I can keep crossed. Fingers, legs, tongues, hair whatever.

I just want the week to fly by without a hitch.