The Girl with the "Enthu" Look

Dear Diary,

Back home… whoppee…. Yay… tired yet refreshed, haha… yes, the contradiction, haha… Today, there was this sales rep who hadn’t seen me for more than half a year because he only serviced the Northern region’s stores, commented enviously to me… “Whoa, it is good to be a pharmacist, isn’t it? You just have all the chance to talk to all those pretty girls!” I was taken aback slightly by the observation and realised that… hmmm… oh yes, those customers were pretty but I hadn’t really noticed them. It has became part and parcel of my life that I no longer appreciate the “goodness” of it, haha… Yah, I happened to be working at Toa Payoh branch today… enjoying the cheap, delicious meals there and their trademark mass dances along the atrium in the evening.

I do cherish the remaining days of my current job. How one colleague said she will organise a farewell dinner for me… a HR personnel enquiring how I am and where I am heading… customers who warmed my heart… Yup, it all happened today and it gave me that warm fuzzy feeling. I really wonder what lies ahead of me in my new job. Will I cope well in office cubicle politics and rivalry? Maybe I will be Drewbert… the Andrew version of Dilbert, haha…

This morning meeting was an inspiring one when the Pharmaceutical Society of Singapore (PSS) president came down to exhort us on the progress of the pharmacy profession and the PSS’s vision. I seriously thought that this batch of NUS students at the meeting were very fortunate to hear those inspirational words of hers. Then we had some supplier training involving a glucose meter. I was hanging around when someone called me. I approached and apparently a student needed a volunteer. None of the pharmacists were willing to be pricked by her with a lancet for the blood glucose test. Ahhhh… it was the girl with the “enthu” look! I said “No problem” and sat down. Then one of the preceptors introduced me and upon hearing my name, she stretched out her gloved hands and grabbed my right hand and shook vigorously! “Hi, lab partner!” She remarked loudly and laughed. I was momentarily stunned but soon realised what she meant and the pun behind it! Her boldness and humour totally impressed me. She is the student whom I should be taking as a preceptor if I did not resign! Cool…

Despite holding my finger rather gingerly, she pricked my finger and got the blood out for the test. The most amazing thing was that I did not feel a single bit of pain at all. Without exaggerating, that was the only painless prick in my entire life! I was left wondering how she did that! Hmmm… her current preceptor told me she requested to be attached to me for a couple of days which I agreed promptly. Suddenly, when it seems that I had already taken my last student, I am going to take two more students on short stints next week. Every word of knowledge I speak to them will be the very last time I speak as someone who guides students in their preceptorship. Kinda looking forward to it. There was also one very “cool-looking” student. Think she is attached to Marina Square branch… anyway… my mind is kinda switching off liao… sleepy…. I will leave you with this joke which I got from a forwarded email.

Today after getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the Limo, the driver notices that the Pope is still has not entered the Limo.
'Excuse me, Your Holiness,' says the driver, 'Would you please take your seat so we can leave?'.
'Well, to tell you the truth,' says the Pope, 'they never let me drive at the Vatican, and I'd really like to drive today.'
'I'm sorry, Your Holiness, but I can't let you do that. I'd lose my job!'.
'Who's going to tell?' says the Pope with a smile.

Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the Limo to 105 mph.
'Please slow down, Your Holiness!' pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear police sirens.
'Oh, dear God, I'm going to lose my license -- and my job!', moans the driver.

The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his Motorcycle, and gets on the radio.
'I need to talk to the Chief,' he says to the dispatcher.
The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he's stopped a Limo going 105.
'So bust him,' says the Chief.
'I don't think we want to do that, he's really important,' said the cop.

The Chief then asked, 'Who do you have there, the mayor?'
Cop: 'Bigger.'
Chief: 'A senator?'
Cop: 'Bigger.'
Chief: 'The President?'
Cop: 'Bigger.'
"So," said the Chief, 'Who is it?'
Cop: 'I think it's God!'
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, 'What makes you think it's God?'
'Well', said the Cop: His chauffeur is the Pope!'.

God Bless,

Andrew