Irritations

Sometimes, the people who irritate you happen to be those who are close to you.

Mom: She thinks studying for a PhD is like taking some cooking course or language course. You can do it part time, and finish it in no time. Don't know how many times I've told her that if I were to do PhD, I won't do clinical pharmacy; it has to be research because I am not about to go into clinical pharmacy and then still end up serving stupid patients. And I've no idea how many times I've told her that it is NUS that awards the PhD and not the hospital. I can do a uni-hospital joint research, but doing research in the hospital is not going to give me the PhD. Duh!

Aunt: What I cannot understand is how she managed to be promoted to the position of a pharmacy technician and not know that sales of Procodin cough syrup is restricted. I am not expecting her to know what is the legal quantity permitted for each purchase, that's my job, but she should know that sales is restricted seeing that the polyclinic's policy is not to sell any Procodin over-the-counter. However, when I told her that I can only get her 2 bottles of the cough syrup BECAUSE IT IS AS WRITTEN IN THE LAW for over-the-counter sales, she kept asking if I can help her get 3 bottles. Hello?! Anybody up there?! It's the law! I'd get hauled to the pharmacy board for investigation if people report that I abused my license to get more than the legally permitted quantity of Procodin syrup.

And this was suppose to be my day of rest.