It’s a main road, where most cars get caught in a traffic jam (or worse, car wrecks) during rush hours. It was four-thirty in the morning, first day of the year. Jeepneys, countable by fingers, passed by in a slow drive, carrying no passengers. No other human being was around, except me. The stillness, occasionally broken by passing cars, hung thick on the air, as if the fireworks and cheers as two years separated had happened decades ago. It felt as if people are meaning to celebrate the New Year just because they have to, not because they really mean to. Creepy. And there I was, walking all the way to the hospital. I found it very ironic (and quite unfair) why I had to work for twelve whole hours that day. As the charge nurse.
It was January one, a signal of a beginning, like a “BANG” of a gun at the start of a race. the people asleep; I, awake. For me, it was just another working day. More patients because it was a holiday, mostly comprising of vehicular accidents and hypertensive crises victims. There was no free time to ponder about resolutions, because for this year I resolved that everyday I should have a resolution. Attempting to learn and ponder hard even from simple experiences may be the best answer.
Conclusion: Holidays are empty for workers; all they actually cared about are working to get the double pays. Happy New Year anyway; I hope you’re starting it right. In my case, I still have to accustom myself on writing x/x/2010 on patients’ charts. And by the way, everything just feels like last year for me. People should really stop overemphasizing resolutions crap every new year, especially if they end up failing AGAIN (and again). Not meaning to set this entry off in a pessimistic tone, but really, who are they kidding? Who are you kidding?