Letters to my future self

14th may - argh... the stench

BTT taken yesterday aftn, it was a breeze for me, at least. finished like 3rd in the whole room, not that there are bonus pts for finishing early, but the questions are more straight forward then i thought they would be. i think i would pass. i think.

that examiner at SSDC did seem to have some attitude problem thou. it was quite evident that alot of the ppl there are 1st timers, which also meant that like me, they are quite clueless as to filling in the answer sheet. those who filled up wrongly or couldnt catch up with wad the old man was saying are treated to a unhealthy dose of sarcasm. even thou i didnt do anything wrong, jus hearing wad he had to say abt the other ppl taking the test was enuff to irritate me... alot. LL, thats how the world works sometimes.

last night at work was surprisingly not as tiring. maybe its becos its my 1st night or something. then again we didnt have alot of calls coming from late in the middle of the night. there were 2 cases that were worthy of noting however...

the 1st one was a case of muscle cramp. -_-". some sec 4 moron was playing basketball and apprently got cramps on both his muscles on the thigh regions. he sat down, hoping that the cramps would go away and his friends tried massaging for him. this of course didnt work. i mean u actually have to bear with the pain and strectch the muscles for the cramps to go away, if not slight movements will trigger the cramps again. which was wad happened for the next 45 mins, until they gave up and called for us. quite the nonsense, i must say. my in-charge was the best, in the vehicle, he scared the poor boy abit by pulling out a huge syringe and pretending to prepare for an injection. u shd see the look on the boy's face man. priceless moments.

the 2nd case takes home the trophy for 'call of the night'. some old man randomly got himself drunk. he was seated on a chair, which was very close to a drain. somehow or rather the 2 'hindlegs' of the chair reversed itself into the drain and he fell into the drain of all places. when we got there, we almost couldnt find him, until someone pted out to us his location. its not a particularly large drain either, its jus a regular sized one, it jus happens so that he could fit exactly into it. in his drunken state, he couldnt get out. so wad we did was to extricate him... and while we pulled him up, something fell out of his shorts onto the floor. it took me a full 2 seconds to realise wad had fallen out and that was not until the smell hit me. no wait, not smell.... its STENCH. it was so bad, my junior felt like vomitting on the spot and i switched to breathing with my mouth. saying that it smells like shit here would be so inappropriate cos IT IS SHIT, GOD DAMN IT. for the 1st freaking time in my life, i felt that having a nose is a liability.

into the vehicle, we and my junior are both fighting for window space and the seat as far as possible from the old man. the stench was not only bad, it was enduring... even aft we unloaded him, on our way back, it still stinks so much we were fighting for breathing space again.
brrr. damn drunkards....

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