All in the first day's work
I talked to Graci tonight. She just started a forensic pathology rotation in The Bronx. She's been there one day and already she says things like, "Yeah, we had a decomp today. Big old green, bloated thing. Been dead about two weeks. We're not sure what got him. Coulda been anything really."
Then, she takes a puff off her cigar, blows smoke from the corner of her mouth, sips her scotch, and buys the pretty lady at the end of the bar a drink.
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Awesome! You make my life sound so much more exciting than it actually is : )
And pretty soon, your friends and family will start asking you to please speak English around them instead of doctorese.
You'll start talking about brady this or that or basal metabolic rates and they will think you are talking about Marcia, Peter or little Cindy. Which, considering the meaning...you sort of ARE talking about them, yes?
Brilliant :D
I've never left a comment on here before, but I must say that this is exactly how I picture a day in Graci's shoes.
Ooooh! Can I be the pretty girl at the end of the bar!?
Does she then beat the local hustler at pool and get in a fist fight, 'cause that'd be cool.
Eek!
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