I am so full right now. My mother, grandmother and I drank wine and scrabbled just a while back in honor of my newfound "stable" partime job in Manhattan. It was a sickening game. Why, you pose a query? Well, who would pit against an undisputed champion of scrabble who always used to play it when she was young until she graduated her masters in nursing? No one. My mother is a nurse practioner scrabbler whose skills cannot be debilitated by any form of alcohol. Hell, I think alcohol even augments her performance! That game was sickening indeed to the extent that even I cannot muster. Ack!
Scrabble does not require a replete know-how on vocuabulary. It hinges more on critical thinking and planning. It is somewhat like chess. Heck, I rule in chess more because it's more war-like. Scrabble, on the other hand, is more painstakingly abstract. Ugh... my defeat was disgusting. I tried my best to debilitate my mom's abilities through comedy, booze and all sorts of distractions yet none of them ever seem to have effect on her ultimate scrabbling ability points. If I shall have just bought a chess board, I shall own. Yes, I will be OWNING and PAWNING everyone in sight just as I did my friends in the Philippines. Apparently, Sun Tzu's Art of War does not quite merge with the synoptic rules and boundaries of this Scrabble.
Anyway, pathetic as it may sound, I lost two consecutive games in scrabble to an adult... ATROCIOUS!
Whatever. I shall master this game in the future, nevertheless.
Despite my ungraceful defeat in the silly board game a while back, I still managed to rise gracefully above my real practical troubles -- WORK. It was a yawner in the afternoon. Nothing much really happened except the activity of the monotonous sounds of keyboard being hit upon by impatient fingers getting anxious to finish its task at hand. But before that, the morning, was a different story.
As soon as I got in my reception desk, Dr. Verga immediately ordered me to make calls to his attorney, his patients and the like. Plus, I took a few calls from prospective patients desiring masectomy, alleviation of their post-surgery pains, re-visits and similar cases. I also had to take calls from his fellow doctors and his wife. It was a pretty interesting solo-flight for me a while back, but it did give me invaluable insight and experience regarding the world of medicine. Dr. Verga even discoursed with me about the importance of this experience on conversing with patients if I am really going to take medicine. Take for example my co-worker, Fran. She never really realized the "TRUE" meaning of "Patient" after she took this job seriously. These things that I have found myself into, Dr. Verga mentioned, isn't taught in medicine courses. He even cited his own personal background on medicine. He had to choose this course when he was still fourteen studying in France! Can you believe it? A fourteen year old boy choosing the path he's going to traverse in such an early age. I can't. But hey, Dr. Verga, my employer, is a living proof of that. I shall take his word and consider myself blessed for the invaluable experience I have found myself into.
What can I say? I feel pretty cool managing the whole office by myself. Dr. Verga practically gave me the keys of the office and left 3 hours before my eight-hour-dismissal from work. I felt so adult-ish. That's not all. I got my wage today, too. How lovely is that, eh?
