Diary of a Practitioner

When I was in school and studying, I was called a Student. When I was in Varsity, I was called an Undergraduate. When I finished my diploma, I was called a Graduate. When I begin my practical attachment, I am called a Practitioner.

Tuesday, May 16

Day 107

Dear diary,
What a start to a day...

It was raining very heavily this morning...so I was drenched when I arrived at the office...
Fortunately, I had an umbrella so I was dry knee-up...hehe.

And what an end to the day as well...
I always called this lady on extension 5230 and she was always there to pick up...
But this time, a guy picked up and said the lady I was looking for doesn't work there anymore...She left 4 years ago...

Spooky...
So who have I been talking to all this time?!

I freaked out but then sub-consciously I knew I must've dialled the wrong number...

I dialled 5320...

Heh...couldn't help smiling...
Reminded me of my big boo-boo a few weeks ago...
Right number...wrong name...

And today, right name...but wrong number...hehe...

Countdown: 11 days to Independence

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