The night that Mike rolled his eyes will forever be etched in my memory...in fact, I think it nonverbally says it all...and the breakup doesn't help, heh.
I am amazed at the way medical residents are treated across the country (at most places) but especially at UK.
I'll say it til I'm blue in the face but residents get less respect among these so-called "educated" medical professionals than I did working retail with some folks who didn't even finish high school. It's astonishing!
The passive-aggressiveness...the sighing...the conniving...the prancing...the pomp and circumstance...holy shit people! Are we taking care of patients or having one giant pissing contest from which no one can reap benefits?
And there's nothing that burns me up more than poor leadership...Wait, I lied. Poor leadership that causes direct decline of my personal quality of life burns me up even more. Oooo...even better, poor leadership that screws up my life AND that gets self righteous when I respectfully disagree just leaves me in ashes.
Some say I should "choose my battles." Heh, I'm tired of fighting...a lifetime of fighting can make you that way, ya know? The body is not meant to constantly be in a stress state; why would I choose to defy nature?
What am I gonna do....? I'm so, so tired and I'm over this shit...I'm quickly running out of reasons for "staying the course."
Is it really asking too much to feel appreciated? Really?
“I’m the one asking you the questions, Lorna.”
2 years ago
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