腸胃科. 累. 但是每天過的很開心.
喜歡這個team.
雖然有一整頁的病人但大家分工合作還有時間休息.
主任帥, 做事細心, 人又好.
Order開錯沒生氣. 還笑笑的說我改好了.
冷笑話, 聽不太懂, 但我會捧場.

看到病人家屬哭, 難過.
看到妹妹對我笑, 開心.
看到對面的病人告狀, 好笑.
看到潛逃的又回醫院拿東西, 感慨.

病人狂出真開心, 但是代表過一兩天會狂進真累.

口是心非的人讓人覺得噁心.
說一套做一套的人讓人覺得噁心.
說了一大堆藉口的人讓人覺得噁心.
只會做表面功夫的人讓人覺得噁心.

說的話, 參考用.

忍耐度很強的. 但是耐心是在走下坡的.

跟我學英文, 我會不好意思.
把我寫的當範本, 我會不好意思.
叫我”老師”, 更不好意思.

以上. 亂七八糟講.

什麼事都叫別人去做, 去問. 只會出一張嘴.  這是什麼哪門子的道理?

自己的事情會自己處理. 其他不關我的屁事, 你覺得還有多餘的時間去管嗎?

要整合大家的意見. 那你去整合啊. 你那麼厲害就去啊. 但別拖我下水.  大家要努力, 這種話你也講的出來. 我們難道沒努力嗎?

我管誰誰誰是醫生, 我管誰誰誰留日, 留美, 還是留哪裡, 那又怎樣?  用這招在我家人這種小咖上是沒用的.  我需要幫忙時, 所謂的大咖會來幫嗎? 還不是要自己去問自己去處理.

要開會, 你知道我們有問題要問, 你也不會通知. 但要利用人就來連環叩. 你以為大家都是笨蛋嗎?

自己的事自己去了解. 靠別人還是在那邊等別人來做是沒有用的. 大家都是為了自己的利益在做事.

Ever since I-don’t-remember-which summer when I was back for vacation,  I realized people keeps calling my house and asks for 大熊.  Sometimes once a month, sometimes 3 times a week, sometimes zero times a week/month. I should have plot the trend. Who knows, if 大熊 is having a party this month at his/her house, maybe more calls?!?

“大熊嗎?” or  “是不是大熊那裡?” or “大熊…”

So each time, whoever answers the phone that asks for this famous 大熊, we would politely say  “Sorrie, you’ve dialed the wrong number.”  Only a few callers just wouldn’t trust our can’t-be-more-firm-enough answer and ask “isn’t it  XXX-XXXX?”  Yes. its this number here but no, theres no 大熊 here.  Or No, you’ve dialed the wrong number.

That wrong number IS 大熊’s right number. I should have remember that number and call 大熊 to remind him/her to write numbers legibly and hope 大熊 would leave a correct number next time for his/her friends so that they can easily reach him/her. My family wouldn’t want 大熊 to miss any important phone calls.

Hmmm…I wonder what 大熊 looks like? Hot? Cute? Chubby? Ugly? Dazzling? Disgusting?

Time goes on and 大熊 dude has faded in my memory while I was out of the country. But this time back, people are STILL calling for 大熊.  Haven’t his/her friends realize that they have the wrong number? No one ever tells 大熊 that when they try to reach him/her, they’ve got the wrong number? If none of 大熊’s friends tell him/her that they don’t have the correct number, we would probably have to pick up phone calls asking for 大熊 one more day.

But today, mystery is FINALLY solved. Just.like.that. How?  Today, some lady called and asked for 大熊…again. [How surprising] But she asked differently, “大熊火鍋嗎?”  Nope. wrong number.

Wait…Huh? What? 火鍋? All this time,  I’ve imagined 大熊 to be a human being, is in fact a ummm, store? No wonder none of its friends tell it that they’ve got the wrong number. Whos fault is it that people calls the wrong number then? I stalked 大熊. I googled 大熊.  大熊火鍋達人 to be exact. Out of 7 numbers,  only one number is different from mine. Oooooooh. No wonder. Guess I can’t blame 大熊’s handwriting can I? 大熊 friends’ eyes and whichever finger they use to dial the phone are the ones to blame.

Wanna know what 大熊 looks like?!?

大熊...kinda cute huh?

While the mystery is solved, phone calls asking for 大熊 might continue.  Let it continue. I don’t have to imagine what 大熊 looks like anymore though. In fact, 大熊 lives pretty close to my house. I might visit him, I mean, It, some other day.

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