Monday, January 12, 2009

Thursday

I got to where I was going by the time I was supposed to be there. I don't remember how. I do remember running over my own toes several times with my luggage. Wearing a suit and high heels, hauling a bag, changing trains a few times, walking a couple blocks...and I arrived in one piece. I'm not sure how great that piece looked, but it was there.

It was a preliminary medicine interview. (The first year of anesthesia is a medicine year, and these require separate interviews.) The interview itself was crap. The interviewer liked me and said as much many times. But, I didn't like the program at all. The residents seemed miserable. When I asked if they spent much time together socially, one of them said, "Well, you know how it is. The Hispanics hang out with each other, the Indians hang out with each other, and well...it's pretty much split up by ethnic groups." It reminded me of this special I saw once on cable about prison gangs.

8 comments:

citizen of the world said...

Just caught up with this slew of posts. You've been busy, but it sounds like it's going okay.

Terroni said...

It is going okay.

I'll get to Friday and Saturday a little later...

☆Susan☆ said...

Wow, I like having a whole pile of posts all at once! I'm glad you're back, and that you didn't get shot in Baltimore.

.j.william. said...

when the doctor gangs stick you with a shiv, are they nice enough to disinfect it and sew it up for you?

Matthew Paul Turner said...

I want to see some midget porn now! Dang.

But seriously Terroni, if for some reason you decide you no longer find role-playing "doctor" as satisfying as you do now, you should be a writer. My wife and I laugh at every one of your comments. :)

Seriously. And uh, on side note: Have you read FuckYouPenguin.blogspot.com

jenny said...

I hate interviews, never the real me?

I know who you mean about BBC, wish he had got the migraine, ashamed he comes from the same side of the pond as me!

MmeBenaut said...

I have several friends who are anaethestists (that's what we call them here). They are quieter, reflective people. I guess that's what happens when you have the tools to so easily kill your patients and your patients for the most part are asleep and can't talk back. It's a fantastic skill to have under your belt though Terroni. You could watch some amazing surgeries from the head end of the bed if you didn't want to be holding the scalpel yourself, that is.

Maria said...

You are SO wise to check out the resident's moods. It will matter. Trust me.