Monday, October 10, 2005
1st day of attachment
It is fated. The people I like usually don't like me.
I like old people, but they don't like me!!
Huh. Why ah? Don't I come across as a good and nice person? They don't want someone to sound encouraging while they are doing passive stretching meh? They would rather have other therapists who make fun of them....hmm.
Hai. Sian. My interactive reasoning has a long way to go. Sometimes it's not about giving the most politically correct and empathetic response. It's about making the other party feel challenged. Arrgh. I shall cease to be so accomodative. I shall be A BIT MEAN!! BWAHAHAHAHA!
But my first day is actually much better than I expected. The therapists in my setting are actually quite friendly and nice. And I suspect my supervisor also has the same kind of 'heh heh' (which you ignorant fools have labelled thus lame) humour.I realised that all my supervisors, past and present, have such nice and eternally youthful hands! This reminds me of a physiotherapist in my last placement who mentioned that hands are therapists' bread-and-butter. Oh no. My hands already look quite aged. Hmm. I must have nice hands too, for the sake of my career. That way, when my patients see my hands, they will go, "Wah, that hand therapist has such nice hands. I feel secure leaving
my hands in
her hands. My severed flexor tendon (or whichever hand condition you may have) will return to function in no time!"
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo! That's exactly the kind of career satisfaction I crave. I will start taking good care of my hands.
Debbie's right. Aquarians are quite crappy.
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Xiu Juan out
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