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A few days a week, I would go over to CGH’s canteen with some colleagues for lunch. I have observed that even in a hospital canteen, there exists an unspoken social hierarchy. So silent that it seems almost expected; yet it’s probably something that don’t cross the minds of the very persons who are part of that order. Or maybe it has, but everyone has been unknowingly cooperative about it.
What workers in hospital don on them speaks very much on the roles they assume in the hospital. And I’m suggesting that this unspoken social hierarchy can be revealed from what people wear to the canteen despite not needing to. Do doctors really require a stethoscope around their neck, or on their laps, when having their banmian or mee goreng? How about allied health professionals, who brave the heat in their white coats, no matter how crumpled and unkempt the coat may be? Of course there are the remaining who are in nurses’ uniforms, “civilian” clothing, and me in jeans and slippers, falling in their respective places in the order. But mostly I find the former two intriguing.
What workers in hospital don on them speaks very much on the roles they assume in the hospital. And I’m suggesting that this unspoken social hierarchy can be revealed from what people wear to the canteen despite not needing to. Do doctors really require a stethoscope around their neck, or on their laps, when having their banmian or mee goreng? How about allied health professionals, who brave the heat in their white coats, no matter how crumpled and unkempt the coat may be? Of course there are the remaining who are in nurses’ uniforms, “civilian” clothing, and me in jeans and slippers, falling in their respective places in the order. But mostly I find the former two intriguing.