I am on call from 13-19/6/2009. I prefer to go round on Saturday. Because I can go to church on Sunday and I can take a rest for work on Monday. The rule is that I must go round once , for at least 6 hours after working hours. I can claim for 6 hours---got formula for claiming overtime. So if I go for 6 hours at week end, I can claim Rm 144.60. I have promised myself to buy beautiful clothing, still not yet find one!
Sort of real busy! searching for ventilator beds for the neurology surgeons. The places suppose to have ventilated patients, are up to maximum. Where am I to find?Ring here and there for solution. But I am not the bed manager.I ended up ringing the bed manager. She advices me to advice the surgeon to buy service from outside hospitals. The issue come back to me because the hospital director refuses to buy service outside. So I ring again ! With all the hoo ha and commotion, at last we are able to get 2 slots for the Neuro surgeon. That is after nearly 2 hours of hard work!So we are happy at the end.
difference of ideas....
I get up in the morning (13/6/2009) I found our big dustbin disappeared! I see around and found our dustbin is kept inside our renting neighbour house. The renting people have moved out. I noticed different people there.Omg! It is so troublesome without a dustbin!So I grubble a bit. I wrote a note and paste to their gate.I am sort of worried if these people get out afterwards, it is difficult for me to meet them.Furthermore, I don't know who they are. Definitely not the house owner!As I do all these things, Dad says that I over react over the whole thing!Then I ask him, if they get out of the place, and may be they are from elsewhere, they will return , but they will keep the bin till their next return. Then how le? Dad says climb in. Omg! climb in to thief our own thing! that is his idea, and definitely not mine. We always quarrel over difference of opinions and ideas! When I ask him to solve the problem, he is not able to, but he says I over do.You all become my judges.
Sort of real busy! searching for ventilator beds for the neurology surgeons. The places suppose to have ventilated patients, are up to maximum. Where am I to find?Ring here and there for solution. But I am not the bed manager.I ended up ringing the bed manager. She advices me to advice the surgeon to buy service from outside hospitals. The issue come back to me because the hospital director refuses to buy service outside. So I ring again ! With all the hoo ha and commotion, at last we are able to get 2 slots for the Neuro surgeon. That is after nearly 2 hours of hard work!So we are happy at the end.
difference of ideas....
I get up in the morning (13/6/2009) I found our big dustbin disappeared! I see around and found our dustbin is kept inside our renting neighbour house. The renting people have moved out. I noticed different people there.Omg! It is so troublesome without a dustbin!So I grubble a bit. I wrote a note and paste to their gate.I am sort of worried if these people get out afterwards, it is difficult for me to meet them.Furthermore, I don't know who they are. Definitely not the house owner!As I do all these things, Dad says that I over react over the whole thing!Then I ask him, if they get out of the place, and may be they are from elsewhere, they will return , but they will keep the bin till their next return. Then how le? Dad says climb in. Omg! climb in to thief our own thing! that is his idea, and definitely not mine. We always quarrel over difference of opinions and ideas! When I ask him to solve the problem, he is not able to, but he says I over do.You all become my judges.
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