The past two days = havoc.
One colleague conveniently took MC yesterday and totally screwed up my scheduling. After negotiating this and that, I still had to bear the brunt by manning ops for yesterday and today.
The good side of it: 1 day off recommended.
But I’m not done yet with the bad side. Yesterday, I received a call saying that there would be a “major activation” today. So I ran around checking this and that, reading up the Ops directives for the first time, remembering what to bring, making notes—all done helter-skelter.
And because I’m on Ops, they made me go home just to take my boots and uniform, and come back to stay the night. (You see, I am excused from wearing boots and shoes because of the infection at my feet, so I didn’t bring my boots to work.)
I was even afraid to fall asleep last night, but I did anyway—because my body could not resist the effect of Procodin.
(I ate Procodin for the first time in a very long time yesterday evening. It’s not bad, the taste, although I faintly remember telling a friend that I thought it was bitter. And it makes me sleep. Wonderdrug.)
After all the bullsh!t, this morning I check my email and they say “no need for ambulance to move out”.
What the hell.
But I had to stay outdoors for about an hour in the morning because they were testing some GPS thing. The good part of it, I got to enjoy the breeze and the lovely sun.
Well, now I’m still on Ops manning, but I don’t think they’ll activate me any more. But I still sleep with the handphone and the walkie-talkie. Gee.
I was asleep at my desk from about 6pm, and I was awokened by a phone call. It was Jumain. He told me that we were on high alert because of some Chingay thing. I got really pissed off and told him off “Thanks for calling me at this time la.”
Why? Because I had actually dreamt and thought it was 1 am already!
Ok, in my dream, I was at the same desk, sleeping. I woke up (in my dream) to pee, walked and saw the world spinning as though drunk or on drugs, saw some funny people, and returned to my desk to sleep again. Then the phone rang (in real life), so it was as though it rang both in my dream and in real life! But in my dream it was 1 am, so that’s why I got really pissed off when I received the call. Soon I sobered, then I realised it was only 7.45 pm (in real life)!
So I called Jumain back and apologised profusely. Haha…
OK that was a really bad attempt at telling the story. I’ll try harder next time.
Ops must have been driving me crazy. Ciao.
