Now, I'm finally back in the Maldives. After everything that happened over the past three weeks, returning here doesn't feel any different from the challenges I've faced in recent days, especially with that lingering not-so-good feeling. I was hoping for a fresh new start, treating this comeback as the beginning of a new journey after all the setbacks, emotional turmoil, and mental exhaustion but not that the case…

As soon as I landed in the Maldives, things got a bit annoying. At the airport, the staff insisted I fill out the travel declaration again because apparently, the one I had prepared had expired. It was a bit of a hassle, but manageable. The real frustration kicked in when another staff member asked me to join the regular line instead of getting some priority.

Later, at the taxi stand, local folks were quoting sky-high fares, and to top it off, they preferred dollars over the local currency (MVR). What really got on my nerves was their pickiness in choosing passengers and turning down rides that weren't going their way. Dealing with this, which felt like a scene from Manila, left me seriously irritated.

Dealing with all these issues is seriously getting on my nerves. So, my housemate, without even asking, decides they want to switch my bunk bed with their old one. Totally unnecessary. I mean, my bunk bed is way more practical, especially because I can use the top part for storage, and let's face it, my room is not exactly spacious. And guess what? They plan to make this switch right after I come back from my holiday? Seriously, couldn't they have considered that I might be tired from traveling and not in the mood to rearrange everything in my room? This guy is beyond inconsiderate. I still remember how he left me to assemble the bunk bed by myself before, and now he's expecting me to do it all over again.

Last night, they were busy assembling their bed, blocking the toilet in the process, so I couldn't even use it. I ended up going to bed without even having a shower. Super frustrating. They just don't think things through. I'm trying to keep my cool and let it slide because stressing about it won't make things any better. It would only make things more complicated. But I swear, that guy from Bangladesh is seriously pushing my patience to the limit.

Finally, I muster up the courage to tell them I don't want their bed, and I prefer to keep my bunk bed. The look on the Bangladesh guy's face was pretty amusing, I could tell he was annoyed that I didn't take their bed. Dealing with all this—bed assembling and the toilet trouble last night—it's just adding unnecessary stress to my life.

I've been facing quite a bit of pressure lately with both the ticking clock and people around me constantly testing my patience. I'm really putting in the effort to stay cool, but there are times when I just want to throw in the towel, let my emotions take over, and deal with the aftermath later. It's just so exhausting.

And then there's this indian guy, Lab in charge, who seems to have a direct line to my time and energy whenever he feels like it. I'm all for helping out, but it's gotten to the point where it feels like he's cashing in on my kindness. I've got my own workload, personal plans, and let's face it, sometimes I just want to chill and not be bothered. Plus, he's acting like I have my own bike to zip around this supposedly small island of Maldives. Yeah, it's tiny, but not walk-everywhere tiny.

The tricky part is, I can't really say much about it. I feel like I've got to suck it up because this guy works in the hospital, and he's well aware that I might need his help. It's like he's taking advantage of the situation, and it's becoming a real struggle to handle it all.

Back at my desk in the office, I can't help but feel a bit off whenever our sales director is around. He's got this vibe, you know? On one hand, I appreciate not having to engage in small talk, which I'm not a fan of, but on the other hand, it makes me feel somewhat isolated and unimportant in the office. I’m so weird

Feeling a bit bummed, especially considering I had hoped to come back to the Maldives proudly say I got my USRN license and planning my next move. Reality check: that's not happening. Instead, I find myself stuck here, grinding away at work, and gearing up for another round of Nclex exam prep. Not exactly the post-holiday scenario I had in mind, and it's a bit of a downer but that’s what it is.

Can’t do anything about it but to stay like this and just go with the flow

Labels: maldives, office