This is the part I dread the most about weekends in Miri - the part where I am alone in my room.
I am working the Hari Raya shifts, 8am to 2pm. The sucky part is my brother and sister are back for the holidays in Bintulu, together with my parents. My significant other also arrived today in Bintulu, home at last. I have not seen him since New Year's day.
Oh dear. Now I am really blue.
The day started well, and then it got tough. There were 3 PRPs working with me, of which one is really new so needed a lot of guidance and instructions. Another working in a separate unit almost drove me crazy with calls, to check doses, just in case. Add multiple patients waiting in the heat. And Period Day 1. Inexperienced personnel led to tasks not being done on time. It was 2pm and everyone has been working since morning without any break. My PRP was so frustrated she was close to tears. I was so annoyed because I have only two hands, and I can only be in one place at one time. I tried to sort things out and shooed them to have lunch before my shift ended. I find myself crying when I was finally inside my car.
In conclusion, I want to go home to my loved ones. :'(