Friday the 13th!

The very first time I heard of Friday the 13th was back in college. Everyone was so afraid of this day. I think I was too. But then I remembered a lot of good things happened to me on that very day. I can't remember what exactly and I was searching through my old posts and I couldn't find anything about it. I didn't blog about it because it wasn't really a big deal I guess.

On Thursday, the new physio was telling me the following day is Friday the 13th and asked if I was worried and superstitious. And I was like.. nahhhh.. I always have good luck on Friday the 13th. If I recall back, I am always happy on Friday the 13th.

Come Friday, it was my last day working at the two facilities in Wahroonga as I handed over everything to the new physio and return back to Manly and Narraweena next week. The big boss that owns several facilities was there as well as the manager. I wanted to talk to them to tell them what we have done and so to help them with the funding stuff because they don't seem to have a clue on what we have been doing so far. (eventhough I seriously don't give a shit about it) But they shut me off because they were busy with other stuff as they are in quite a big trouble and in some sort of deadline. They freaking LITERALLY slammed the door on me. How rude. I even knocked the door and they opened it and just said "We're busy" and wham!!! I didn't even get to say anything. Far out! It just made me even happier that I'm leaving Wahroonga. I pity the new physio though... he's also in my position.. new grad, international student and awaiting PR and hence not easy to get a job in the public sector.

In the afternoon, we went to the facility next door. The staff there are way friendlier and they even said goodbye to me and thanked me for what I have done in the past 4 weeks. How nice of them. I enjoyed my time there and was a little sad to leave. But what happened this morning with the big boss just pissed me off so much.

So as I was doing the usual, seeing patients and working my miracle hands.... I had a missed call and a voice mail. It was regarding my interview last week and I had to ring back. Did not know if I got it or not but my heart was beating really fast. It was the same feeling I had when I got a call from Lady Davidson Hospital at the start of the year. I called back, and I was told I wasn't successful. And hence, this time, I wasn't putting too high hopes in it. I was telling myself to calm down and expect to get rejected.

I rang back. But he was busy.

So I went to see another patient. Was so happy she finally let me go near her shoulders after 4 weeks!! She felt better after the treatment and she had more range in it.

And then my phone rang....

him: "thank you for coming for the interview last week. unfortunately...*as i heard this, i was shattered....* the permanent full-time position has been taken up" *in my head, great...just.. great....*

him: "However, we would like to offer you a 6 months locum position for now and with a possibility of extending if the staff numbers change and if you perform well"

*screams in my head... WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!*

I asked about the pay...He gave me a number but then and there, I didn't realize it was way less than what I am currently getting. But ... I just accepted the job.

I calculated how much less it was....so much for saving up on a car now. But I was still over the moon. That was how bad I wanted out on my current job. That was how much I wanted this position, this opportunity.

And so, I am now proud to say I am no longer driven by money. I'd trade in money for knowledge. Me crossing my fingers on the 5th and 6th of May paid off. I got what I wanted. The opportunity to learn and grow.

Handed in my resignation letter last night. One more week with the oldies. I would miss them actually. But I am not going to miss how I am being treated by the company. I am not going to miss running around the whole like a crazy woman, seeing 30 patients a day.

One more week of buses, trains and ferries. Soon, it will just be trains and buses. One more week of not learning and soon I will have to start turning on my brain.

Soon... you will hear me ranting about presentations that I will have to prep for. Soon, you will hear me whining about the amount of revision I have to do after work. I'd probably whine about getting less pay but doing more homework.

But... it is for my own good. It is work that is going to help me improve myself as a physiotherapist. I am ready to face the challenges ahead... I have asked for it. And I know... it will pay off. Suffer now and enjoy the rewards later. It's what I call, GOOD suffering. Just like how there's good pain and bad pain. Hehehe...

And so, Friday the 13th... Another good day for me :D woooottttt!!!