i have to give a presentation tomorrow. on the merits of endometrial sampling as a means of predicting ovulation in fertile and infertile women (i did not choose the topic). the shitty thing is, i just gave a presentation yesterday, and i just found out about this one yesterday as well (it had been suspected, but is now confirmed). also, there is a stack of about 10 specific articles that the staff want me to review expressly for this presentation, which they were unable to give me until today. also, my senior resident thought i should "get my learn on" and stay for the resident's lecture, which began at 5 and ran til a bit past 6. he then made some joke about how now he bets i'm going to go home and stress about this presentation while working on it and lose sleep. i told him that he'd win that bet. he said he was kidding. i wasn't.
so i guess i could start on that. he also would like me to go to the library, find the journal, scan all the articles and email him a copy of the 40 some pages in pdf format. grrreat.
it's almost 7pm. i haven't had dinner yet. the fucking garbage disposal is still indisposed (but supposedly the "emergency maintenance" guy is coming over to "check it out" -- on a side note, when i called the emergency maintenance number, it sounded like house party 2 all up in that bitch. it was noisy, all sorts of shouting and music, and then a whole lot of laughter when the guy repeated "your garbage disposal doesn't work?" also he said "please hold" about 15 times in a row within the span of about 1 minute.
by all best estimates, i should be done with eating, reading, and waiting for the disposal to get repaired... i should be starting work on this powerpoint presentation around...9? 10? damn. (didn't david byrne make some powerpoint art project thing like a year or two ago? i should look that up. in my free time.)
oh and in more interesting news, apparently a med 3 or med 4 (the dean won't divulge who), was trying to page a resident through our paging service the other day, and couldn't remember the resident's last name. when the service couldn't figure it out (like it's their job to just know), the student called them a FUCKING IDIOT. and i guess it somehow got traced back to the student and the dean sent out an email to the entire med 3 and 4 listserve, stressing professionalism and also basically stating that this student is henceforth fucked.
If any student is rude to the staff, they are taken off the match list - we know that they are not going to be good to work with, will be rude to people in the hospital, and will not be the type of colleague we want.
and this is exactly why as a med student, it is our role to be endlessly respectful, charming, willing to work hard, show up early, stay late, and do all kinds of other menial/stupid/boring/busy work, just to get a good eval, so we can get into a good program, and have a nice life.
it's kind of like being an indentured servant, except the other servants are constantly trying to outperform you -- did that happen back then?
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i'm sorry, i had this silver spoon in my mouth. you were saying?
JUST KIDDING
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dr. j on 25 November, 2004 13:02 [*]
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All I have to say is:
M4 = "Am I going to learn anything more today? Because if not I'm going home."
dropped by The Metaphysician on 03 December, 2004 02:04 [*]
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drop some science: