R and I were walking along the linkway between the library and hotel no. erm (4 issit?) when we met consultant x… We were kinda feeling guilty cuz supposed to be doing shadowing that afternoon but we left ard 4pm…
US: (guilty looks) Errr hiii… (when caught off guard, the good afternoon Dr X becomes ‘hiii’…)
Consultant x: Hello! I know you guys… (pointing at us alternately, probably wracking his brains to see if we belonged to the faceless batch of yr 3s, 4s or 5s…) What are you doing here?
US: We’ve been posted to (dpt we’re posted to).
Consultant x: Oh, then I SHOULD know you guys! Year 4 right?
US: Er, no…
Consultant x: Final years?
US: No… we’re….
Consultant x: (cuts us off once again…) CSFC RITE!!! (triumphant smile)
US: Erm, actually… We’ve graduated and we’re starting work next wk… (at least it’s not in his dpt haha… it’d be so embarrassing… -_-)
Consultant x: Well… congrats! :D
