Of things we love and hate

There is certainly a hell on earth, to me, it so happens to be my cubicle, where I'm surrounded by mountains of papers, cases where people need judicial intervention in order to solve their problems or disputes. I know, I should be thankful, and damn right I am, the job is honest, decent, somewhat complex and even a bit challenging at times, but alas, is not where my heart is.

There is this sense, a feeling of breaking your spirit, every day a little bit, by doing repeatedly, something you feel you're not meant to do. There is, for the most part a feeling of emptiness and a lack of meaning and purpose... But it could be worse, after all I do have a nice job and a caring boss.

There's nothing else I can do, except to work hard and try my best, no matter how long it takes, I just have to keep at it, because after all, that's the only way I can feel like there's some sense of direction... The right direction that it.

No more than some rain...

That's what Tropical Storm Isaac ended up being. I had a chance to be at home with L and doggy, we just lounged and watched TV. It was good because it forced me to relax right before starting classes ( which is today). Upon my return to work, I heard people saying how thankful they were to god that nothing happened to their house or their cars... So I guess, that because god was busy watching over my coworkers suburbans, their pools and tiled roof, well he was not aware 24 people were dying in Haiti alone as a consequence to the storm.

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Using blogsy for the first time. I though this was going to help me change the look of the blog. Apparently not.

Anyhow, it seems Tropical Storm Isaac has postpone the Republican Natinal Convention. Oh well, hopefully the bad weather will keep some bigotry away.

 

 

 

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So, i've been following this very interesting blog, written by an attending since he was in MS3.  The guy talks about the sad, the horrifying, and touching experiences that have taken place during his training.  I can't help but to feel jealous...No one knows how fast I would trade my lame cubicle, for the hallways of a hospital...sighs... Soon, that's all I can say, soon....