Where Is The Love?
Living with other people’s expectation is the worst feeling and experience of them all. I’ve just started working two weeks ago and my family’s expecting me to work as an OFW in the Middle East. It’s not that I’m afraid of going there. I was never afraid of going to other places with my own self. I’ve tried it before and now I’m not gonna be lost. I have faith.
I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to be able to work in a hospital. Now, I’m actually working there but unpaid. For me, It’s not about being paid or unpaid, it’s about the pack of experience that I’d been through. It’s a preparation, testing one’s self-awareness and to have clear thoughts of what is going to be working in a hospital with license already. In simple terms, BEING PROFESSIONALLY RESPONSBILE. My rantings here will just be put to futility coz as expected they will never learn. A term we called “SOPHOPHOBIA”, and i’m referring to my family.
Please give me time to finish these 3 months as a nurse volunteer. This will just be a minute impluse that travels in your brain because you have this unrealistic expectations. You would rather spend time watching and waiting for those nonesense, boring, flat shows on TV than waiting for my 3 months of experience. You don’t deal with reality when, fact-of-the-matter, you’ve wasted half of your life. You’re richly living like a MOB, APATHETIC, and SHEER IGNORANCE that reveals when you guys started to talk. bwahahahhaha
