Tuesday, January 30, 2007
DAYS OF THE MALE MISSY (NURSE)
i was 22 yrs then. my last job was a temporary purchasing officer. my last last job was a chocolate taster...
saw this nursing ad. was curious the life of a nurse. they wanted male nurse so out of curiousity, i applied.
during the interview, i believed i touch the interviewers whom one was a motherly matron.
m m: why would u as a guy wanna be a nurse?
lts: oh....to be able to serve our fellow sick is the greatest virtue of a person....
m m stomped by my (rehearsed) response. yes lah...i already anticipated they would fire this question so before i went i already dramamama a bit on this answer. u know add a bit of 'feel' to it. i thought i saw a tear gleaming at m m's eye corner.
weeks later, the mail came. I WAS ACCEPTED into the PTS - PUPIL TRAINEE SCHEME or lovingly called also PAID TO STUDY.
PART 2: THE TRAINING
first thing first, every new nurse wannabe got to have themselve measured. no! not my anaconda!! the uniforms.
we were issued 4 set of nurse attire, 2 pair of shoes and 6 pair of white socks.
soon, i was in my male missy pristine crispy white uniform and white shoe...the original MAN IN WHITE or MIW....haahahaha....;9)
it was 3 mths classroom lessons and nothing else. just study...study..and more study and tests. best part: GET PAID AT THE END OF THE MONTH!
as a nurse, my job wasn't just restricted to ward services, we were suppose to educate the public. things like STD, AIDS, contagious diseases, how to handle life threatening emergencies...etc.
we were suppose to equip not only the knowledge but to diffuse it to the general public and teach them the basic life saving technique like cpr, bandaging etc.....
in the classroom, everyone of us got to do presentation. the nursing lecturer will lucky dip the topic for us.
and me....suay ka pa cheng (unluckiest!). my topic for presentation was BREASTFEEDING N BABY BATHING.
hell man! this was damn damn embarrassing. the bloody faggot indian male lecturer was really picking on me...after all i was the chioest in the class. my hotbod then was one to behold...dun pray pray. i was already bestow with big muscular mi mi...i mean chest!
no wonder, i was purposely picked for this lame topic. what to do prepare for the details and present lor!....what else could i do?
....continue....
saw this nursing ad. was curious the life of a nurse. they wanted male nurse so out of curiousity, i applied.
during the interview, i believed i touch the interviewers whom one was a motherly matron.
m m: why would u as a guy wanna be a nurse?
lts: oh....to be able to serve our fellow sick is the greatest virtue of a person....
m m stomped by my (rehearsed) response. yes lah...i already anticipated they would fire this question so before i went i already dramamama a bit on this answer. u know add a bit of 'feel' to it. i thought i saw a tear gleaming at m m's eye corner.
weeks later, the mail came. I WAS ACCEPTED into the PTS - PUPIL TRAINEE SCHEME or lovingly called also PAID TO STUDY.
PART 2: THE TRAINING
first thing first, every new nurse wannabe got to have themselve measured. no! not my anaconda!! the uniforms.
we were issued 4 set of nurse attire, 2 pair of shoes and 6 pair of white socks.
soon, i was in my male missy pristine crispy white uniform and white shoe...the original MAN IN WHITE or MIW....haahahaha....;9)
it was 3 mths classroom lessons and nothing else. just study...study..and more study and tests. best part: GET PAID AT THE END OF THE MONTH!
as a nurse, my job wasn't just restricted to ward services, we were suppose to educate the public. things like STD, AIDS, contagious diseases, how to handle life threatening emergencies...etc.
we were suppose to equip not only the knowledge but to diffuse it to the general public and teach them the basic life saving technique like cpr, bandaging etc.....
in the classroom, everyone of us got to do presentation. the nursing lecturer will lucky dip the topic for us.
and me....suay ka pa cheng (unluckiest!). my topic for presentation was BREASTFEEDING N BABY BATHING.
hell man! this was damn damn embarrassing. the bloody faggot indian male lecturer was really picking on me...after all i was the chioest in the class. my hotbod then was one to behold...dun pray pray. i was already bestow with big muscular mi mi...i mean chest!
no wonder, i was purposely picked for this lame topic. what to do prepare for the details and present lor!....what else could i do?
....continue....
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