Farking Stressed!!!

Damn farking stressed today... Damn all the incorrigible patients... Damn you all...

*shakez fists*

You are here to see a doctor, therefore you have to go through a process call registration, which means tat u hafta wait for ur farking q number before WE can register you... How many times muz I repeat myself, idiots?? And it's not like dis is your maiden visit to the clinic... you have been seeing polyclinic doctors for the past decades of your life, and yet u still wanna act blur as though u were juz born yesterday, and dint know the rules and all??

Fark off.

Especially to the lady who brought her elderly father along today. She actually lied through her thick face okie! First, she took the X number, which is meant for elderly of 80 yrs old n above + newborn babies so they dun hafta wait as they fall under the Priority category...

This spastic woman took the X number even though her dad's only 72 yrs old... So i open one eye close one eye n register her coz she's being polite and all... I even gave her the doctor wif the least no. of patients okie!! And off she went, but who knows, after 30 mins or so, she came back down n charged rite to my counter, demanding me to change her to another doctor...

Farker: "Why is there no doctor in the room? I've been waiting for so long already!"

Me: "Can't be, miss. There should be a doctor in the room. He's seeing patients for the whole day..."

Farker: "No! I went into the room and there's no doctor there! I dun care... u help me change to another doctor...other ppl finish earlier than us already...!" *yadda yadda*

And so I argued wif her, explaining tat we cant juz change tat... even my colleagues jumped in n helped me to explain to her... But no use.

Farker Arsehole insisted on her idiotic way. And she got it.

In the end, we found out tat she's a fucking big liar.

There IS a doctor in the room, and she IS going to be the next patient...

WTF!! Since you've already been waiting for 30 mins, wad's another 10mins to you??? If you can't wait, for GYM's sake, go to a private GP lahz! Why come to polyclinic??

Human nature, tat's all i can say... All trying to take advantage of the system, but dun wanna abide to it... *shakez head* I totally despise Farker Arsehole.

And wait... it seems like there's more Farker Arseholes living in the world, competing wif us for natural resources like air, and wasting MY time n saliva.

I registered dis 23 yr old guy, NUS medical student, who i named Irritant.

He requested for Doctor A who holds the 2nd highest position in the whole clinic... But too bad he's not seeing patients for the day, although he's in his room... So i explained to Irritant... but dunno why he's being SOOO damn farking insistent on seeing him... My throat got hoarse from all the explaining, and he still dint get it. Finally, he left me wif no choice but to call Doc A. But too bad again, nobody answered the phone... Den Irritant requested for Doctor B, the 3rd most important person in the clinic, who juz so happened tat she's seeing only special cases for today... AGAIN, I explained repeatedly to him coz he dint wanna accept the fact tat he's damn farking suay...

In my heart I was thinking... C'mon la... You r a NUS student... studying medicine somemore...

WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THE FARK TAT I'M SAYING?? WHY CAN'T YOU JUZ ACCEPT THE FACT TAT YOU ARE A SUAY TA POR???

Any doctor can save ur life... why insist on seeing the two of them??? NUS medical student, rite? Then go n cure urself lah, idiot!

Since he dint get his two favourite doctors, he REQUESTED yet again for Doctor C, another senior doctor (dis guy realli knows a thing or two abt the clinic)...

Finally Lady Luck flew past him n ME as well... Doc C is ard... so i gave Irritant the number, thinking and cheering in my mind tat he's finally leaving...

BUT wait, tat's not all...

He showed me his blood donor card. Usually, blood donors have a green piece of medical benefit card, which entitles them to a Priority number n subsidised fees... BUT his card is juz a normal one stating he is a blood donor... So obviously he isnt entitled to any medical benefit, rite??

BUT farking Irritant juz dun understand.

Irritant: "You can check ur system and see whether Health Promotion Board has my record."

Me: "Sorry, sir, but our system doesnt link wif HPB, you'll hafta call them n check urself..."

Irritant: "I dun think so, I think should haf a record, can't you juz help me call them n ask?"

My shifu overheard dis and purposely ask loudly to my other colleague: "So-and-so, do we have such service whereby we call n check for patients over such matters?"

"No, we don't."

Me: "Ya, sorry, sir, you'll juz have to call them n ask YOURSELF." *emphasise on the last word*

AGAIN, Irritant argued why he's a blood donor and yet he's not entitled to any medical benefit...

How the fark would I know?? Juz bloody ask the HPB ppl lahz! It's not like you dunno how to speak English... and mind you, he's a slang guy okie. NUS student.

FINALLY, after abt 15mins of slanging his accent wif me, he reluctantly got up and left. He's lucky he left b4 I dash outside n knock his farking head against the wall + slap his face up down left n rite...

Realli lehz, think my years will shorten if I hafta serve such ppl again... It's hard for me to explain to you how I suffer under the hands of such ppl... *shakez head* If it's not for the money and my Canon Digital Ixus 70 and Forever 21, I would resign right away...

My life is so miserable when such nonsense ppl enter it...

My life is even more miserable when I got home and my mum told me BeBe lau sai + vomit earlier...

My heart broke into million pieces arhz... Poor BeBe... she looks so sianz n tired, and she hasnt eaten anything for the day... So unlike her... Guess she's realli sick le... *worried look*

But she still came out n greeted me when i got back lehz... Oh my darling BeBe... Muz get well soon okie?

*pray*