The "zzzzzzzzz" *vibration* and "rrriiiinnnngggg" can only evoke feelings of dread, anxiety and annoyance.
Each time the bloody pager goes off, someone somewhere wants me to do something for them. Yet i can't just throw my pager aside and ignore it because come one day that will herald my downfall.
So now it lives a detestable yet irreplaceable existence on my pouch which i carry everywhere. And i mean everywhere. Even to the loo when i have the rare leisure of visiting it.
Sis was saying that being paged makes one feel needed and important. Somehow, it feels more like a porter's bell, i'm at their beck and call.
If paeds gives me another page i swear i might just fly off the handle this time.
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