It’s fuck off-o’clock.

Hey, how is it that it’s June already?! Not possible!

Anyway, I’m sorry, but this is a ranting post again. As you all now know, I’m a one-woman show covering more than a hundred specialists on my own on this tiny island (not counting the hundreds of GPs whom I don’t have time for) I call home. It hasn’t been easy trying to meet all of them, but I’m getting there slowly but surely.

It has been through this job that I truly understand and appreciate time, and every minute of my work day is as precious as precious be. I shuttle between minimally three to four locations each day, and time management is really crucial because once I miss the boat, my entire day’s schedule gets fucked up.

Also because of my current role, my lunch and tea meetings with friends have been drastically cut down because either I don’t have time to eat, or I’m rushing around. So for me to meet someone for lunch these days is actually quite a rare thing. Not that I’m saying I’m Miss Popularity 2018 or something, but it really is quite a challenge getting hold of me now.

So today, a friend was going to meet me for lunch at 1.30pm. And then this morning, she said she could meet at 1.00pm. I had to change my plan of dropping by the office because of this, but I agreed anyway. So guess what time said friend shows up. 1.35pm. Excuse: She got hijacked by a colleague. Of course I was pissed. In that 35 minutes, I could have gone back to the office as per my original plans and tick another item off my never ending to-do list! So I posted this on my insta story. And I honestly don’t see why it’s wrong to ask people to respect my time when I respect theirs.

My friend bought me lunch in the end to make up for it even though I tried to pay her back. Hours later, she texted me saying “someone” told her to watch my story. And now that “somebody” is also asking for a beating. First, it’s none of your fucking business, so why are you being a tattletale? Second, I can see who has seen my story and I know for sure who was that snitch. So anyway, said friend asked me to remove my story AND said that the lunch she bought me balanced things out.

EXCUSE FUCKING ME. THIS IS MY PERSONAL SPACE AND I SAY WHATEVER I WANT WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT. WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT OR NOT TO POST?! And seriously, don’t think your measly meal of $12 is enough to buy 35 minutes of my time. Do you know how much I get paid per hour?! (Sorry I don’t mean to sound like a snob here but this friend is always dripping in big brands trying to prove something to the world.) I felt fucking insulted. Even if you bought me steak cooked by Gordon Ramsay it wouldn’t “balance things off”. Fuck. Thinking back about it makes me mad.

Of course I didn’t remove my post. And I’m not making any apologies because I did no wrong except to state facts. Whatever reason you had, you should have updated me earlier (which she said she would but obviously didn’t). So your time is precious but mine is not? 🙄🙄🙄

Seriously, I’ve had enough of some people. I feel that I’m getting less and less tolerant of people and their bullshit. I don’t have time for all these. If you’re not happy with me being brutally honest, or as some of my friends say, honestly brutal, you’re most welcome to remove me from your life, because does it look like I fucking care or give any flying fucks? Of course not.

In fact, I think I need to reassess my friend list. Some people cannot handle the truth because I guess as the saying goes, truth hurts. Well, boo bloody hoo, but that’s life for you. Cry me a river.

xoxoxoxo.

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