Love-hate relationship

People are so hard to please sometimes.

Me included.

I have been back at work for the past two months. The commute to work was bad. The commute back home was bad. And in between the commuting, there was the non-stop action at work.

At times, I ask myself: Why on earth did I get myself back into this?

But now that I have finished my stint, I kinda miss it.

I am not exactly sure why. The work is stressful, definitely. Everything is either urgent, stat, waiting or ringing. No one wants to stand near the phone, which has been nicknamed "the bomb". Patients tell you that they have been waiting since 11am/3hours ago/longer than the other guy there who came after him but has already collected his meds. Apologies are dispensed together with their meds, together with a silent prayer that in the mad rush, no mistakes are made.

But in adversity, there is solidarity. I have made many new friends, and enjoyed working with my old ones. And it feels good to be of help and to feel appreciated. Not to mention the gossiping, complaining and b****ing sessions, which are pivotal in bringing everyone closer together. (I have hence concluded that although gossiping may be morally bad, it is actually good for bonding. As long as the gossip is not too far from the truth, and doesn't get too mutated.)

I am not sure if I will ever get to work with such a fun bunch of people again. But I am pretty sure we will still keep in touch as friends.