Instead of letting my rage fester, I decide not to go to work and take a sick leave. Hehe.
I stubbed my big toe playing badminton last March. Toes actually, as I found out afterwards that my stupid new shoes, though rubber-soled, are not for badminton. I waited for so many months to see if the respective blood clots would go with the nails as the nails grow out. And despite those unsightly things under my toenails, I've been going swimming and taking taekwondo lessons - no one has expressed disgust over them to my face, hehehe.
I don't know if I've told you guys that after a year and a half at a lit firm, I have decided that I'm not meant for litigation. I mean, I see my officemates, and they impress me with their quick thinking, mastery of the law, discipline, and PR. Meanwhile, I stress out everytime I have a hearing and leave the courtroom drenched with sweat. Ugh. I've asked for less lit work and more corp work, but in a firm known for its litigation savvy, well, I dunno how much INTERESTING corp work I can get.
I heard there's a corp opening in a pretty big firm, and I want to apply. But I'm scared that I don't have enough corp experience. Waaaahhhhh. But I so want to, because, the hours may not be better, the stress may not be less, but the pay will be better, hehehe. And since I have no intention of being a lit lawyer anyway, this might be practice for when I go in-house or whatever.
So, back to my yesterday, I turn around and head back to QC. I spend an hour and a half waiting for my HMO surgeon (yes, finally, my HMO card put to use!) and I find out that taking the toenail out will be best (the other one's still under observation). And though I found it hard to accept I had a dead toenail and it was conforting to at least have toenails than none, I had to say goodbye to it and see if the new one that'll grow in 6 months will be less ugly than what I've been stuck with for the last 2. The anaesthesia injections (note the plural) freaking hurt, by the way.
And I think, maybe it's time not to let the fear of rejection get the better of me. So I'll be updating my resume and cover letter after I post this. After all, rejection could not hurt more than my toe does now. I hope.
Nahiya pala ako to ask for my toenail after the surgery. So memorial services for the dead nail will have to be held in absentia.
