Every time we have a drug rep-sponsored meeting* one of the consultants, who is so old-school he was around when the school was a kindergarden, always asks them to give a 'vaguely promotional talk'. At our Christmas dinner he stood up to give a speech and my intern yelled, "Make it vaguely promotional!" You ... probably had to be there ( Read more... )

I didn't mean to tell anyone in my scriptwriting class what I did and, after last week, I was hopeful that in a group of such self-centred individuals it wouldn't even come up. Alas, someone asked me right out and I said 'doctor.' I can't lie for shit. Never could. He added, "Of what?" and like a douche I said 'medicine ( Read more... )

An update for those of you following along at home:

Our union did manage to get us paid. Yay for unions! It's like we actually live in the twenty-first century or something. This doesn't change the fact that I don't like my job. I don't like my job and I'm not in denial any more, but I have to keep working because I simply can't afford not to - ( Read more... )

I know librarians, like bookshop clerks, have way more to do than sit around reading all the books on the premises. However, you cannot deny that librarians get to be quiet. Libraries have a 'No Talking' rule. My working life consists of people endless dictating to me, ordering me about, asking me insane or pointless questions, and generally ( Read more... )

Unpleasant moment(s; far too many s) of revelation were induced by a certain turn of events at work, to wit: refusal of my hospital to pay overtime to doctors. To put this in perspective, they have decided to pay us for a 39 hour week, which I think is roughly equivalent to 9-5? Which would be fine, only in one of the weeks I submitted for overtime ( Read more... )

My team tried to make me go to clinic and I didn't go! REBEL. (In fairness, not only do I not have the training to see patients in a urology clinic - which is never an issue, I'm always doing things I'm not trained to and know nothing about; see also: chemotherapy, administration of - I have zero interest. I hate surgeons ( Read more... )

Picture this: two consultants walking down the hall. The man is tall and slim, close-cropped hair and glasses that are neither horrendous or particularly stylish. The woman is a lot shorter, unstyled hair in a scrunchie (!), wearing a backpack and a white coat (!!) (no qualified doctor wears a white coat here, it's an American thing. We think it's ( Read more... )

softlyforgotten may be pleased to hear I just bought the White Album on iTunes. I was only there to show my support for the Rubberbandits' campaign for number one and ended up two albums and several highly priced singles poorer. C'EST LA VIE AVEC UN VISA. Man, I HATEHATEHATE the X-Factor. The stupid FINAL was on and I had to hear all about someone called MATT ( Read more... )

oddishly tagged me for this during my week of downtime in the Land of No Internet, so here goes:

( The most incomplete book meme EVAR! )

At five am this morning, I was called to take blood cultures on one of my own patients. (This is notable only because on call I cover five or six specialities and usually never see my own patients at all. THANK GOD.) I have witnessed some pretty impressive somatisations in my time, but this man running a temp JUST as he was on the point of ( Read more... )