Freaky Friday

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.
~Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891

A shocking news got my attention. Yesterday, I went to the HR for my new job to file my requirements. To my surprise, the HR personnel referred me to a clinic in the mall for a pulmonary consultation. Whaaat?!? That was my hidden reaction. Fortunately, I was able to hide it for fear that she'll think I'm not fit for the applied position and immediately tell me they made a mistake for hiring me.

I had my annual physical examination last November or December from my previous- or current?- job. I'm unofficially resigned because I have a terminal leave from February 1-15. My previous x-ray didn't show any sign of being ill or whatsoever. What's up with this company? They are requiring us to submit tons of papers which sums up our entire life and they're still not contented? I'm totally losing my patience...and now, my sanity is at stake because I'm getting paranoid over this "pulmonary thing". I mean, how would I react to that?

a) "Oh, I have a pulmonary disease? Wait, I think I'm having a breakdown!" Or...

b) "Hahaha...are you kidding me? Where's the camera? C'mon, I know it's here somewhere..." Or worse...

c) "Are you sure it's my paper? I could ask another doctor and if i found out you made this up, I'll come back and sue you for delaying me from my new job!"

Oh my gosh...Thank God, a friend agreed to accompany me tomorrow.

Another applicant, who became my instant friend, also received a message that she will be transferred to the next batch because she needs to undergo the same test. I don't know if it's supposed to make me feel good that I'm not alone or bad that the two of us may not be hired after spending more than 8 hours on that freakin' office.

On the contrary, at least I'll have a few more days to rest before I plunge into the bottom of the corporate world. A week to be exact to sleep late and do what I want. Umm...not exactly. I just remembered I have to arrange the photocopies of my diploma, birth certificate etc.

If I can only fast-forward this moment to next week, it'll be a lot easier to handle. Most of all, I can breathe normally once I know that I'm free from all the possible disease going through my head because of smoking.

I think this is my sign to quit...
or fate's just testing my limits...
it's doing exactly the opposite.

Honestly, (for the non-smokers out there) I'm proned to smoke more when there are hindrances (people telling you to stop it). I hope the non-smokers are aware of this. Encouraging smokers to stop makes them want to do it more everyday. I know I'll quit one day but it will be my decision. I will stop automatically once I reach that phase. Or maybe I'm making excuses for my habit.

Naah...I will quit one day and in my own time and place. Mark this day, friends.

(Whew, if they can only read this...I am so dead. Lol...)