Okay, so pet peeve #15: don't keep sending me emails to check something off online when you don't send me the link to do so. I don't have time to search the internet to find this "check off". I told you that in TWO separate emails TWO different ways. Send me the link, or it won't get done. If I have to repeat myself a THIRD time, it's not going to be nice. If you're wondering, I got an email to sign off on my OB/GYN preceptor. You know, that rotation I completed 6 weeks ago. Unfortunately, the secretary didn't send me the link in order to evaluate him. I check e-value where all the other evaluations are done, and I have no evals yet to be completed coming up in my box. I ignore because apparently it's not important enough to send me the link.. Get another email red flag reminder (she LOVES those things) saying "please sign off and help me out".So I evaluate my preceptor in the email. Get another email "go online and add comments there". .::deep breaths, deep breaths:: send one saying "I DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING IN E VALUE AND YOU DID NOT PROVIDE A LINK". I don't know how much clearer I can get that it is impossible for me to do this evaluation that is floating around somewhere in interspace.
Other than that, finally submitted my last H&P, gotta get some peds studying in somewhere today, and then Peds test tomorrow. Then 2 weeks of boards. Why is internal medicine first? you know, the one with ALL the stuff. why can't we do surgery? I'm sorry, but surgery just isn't as complicated as internal medicine. ::sigh:: Then after that, I have 3 weeks to get it together for STEP2. I may end up postponing it 1. I'm chicken 2. I'm burnt out 3. I don't wanna.
So I suppose I'm off to dig myself another nerd hole. Peace out.
Showing posts with label crazy people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy people. Show all posts
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
People Are Crazy
So instead of a fa-la-la post on how much I hate/disdain/actually like a rotation, I'm going to share my thoughts on why Wal-Mart is the gathering ground for crazy people.
Note: this is completely based on a true story (aka the actual occurrences during my weekend outing).
Disclaimer: I usually shop at one of the *real* grocery stores in town, and buy my loose odds and ends at Target because they would otherwise be a bit pricey at the grocery store. However, my mom had a gift certificate to Wal-Mart and I decided to use it during my weekly grocery outing to save some bucks. So no, this is a once in a very blue moon with streaks of purple in it.
Observations:
People push their grocery carts like they drive.
Exhibit A: I was cruising by the milk on the way to the yogurt nook when I notice that this lady is riding my ass. Literally, her cart is about 4 in from my butt. I look around and notice that no, there are no other carts in the vicinity blocking her from steering around me and going about her merry way. She decides that the best place for her to be IS FOUR INCHES AWAY AND COMPLETELY INSIDE MY PERSONAL SPACE. I have a feeling she's a tail gaiter. Luckily me stopping in front of the Greek yogurt gave her the opportunity to steer around me and then stop about 3 yards away. typical.
Exhibit B: I was coming around the corner of an isle when a lady going oh, 40mph slams into my cart, then gives me the evil eye as if it was my fault. Luckily for her, there was no window for me to flip her the bird and shout profanities, as well as no horn attached to the middle of my cart handle. I need to look into installing car horns onto grocery carts. It helps with my road rage, maybe it'll help with apparent wal-mart shopping rage. Unfortunately, neither can remedy the stupidity that necessitates the existence of a horn.
Let's just say that there was more cluster-fuckery occuring, but I won't outline the complete circus that was my outing to wal-mart. Let's just say that I will now refuse to go to wal mart unless I have a gift certificate and even then, it may just be used on a DVD or some batteries.
On a brighter note, on to another week of peds wards. Not feeling the impulse to slit my wrists every morning is a new one for me. I'm actually enjoying my time. Although, the last encounter with residents has left me with a bad taste in my mouth, but they will get a very interesting evaluation from myself (let's just say no patients on the list+post call does not equal going home). Let's just hope my new sister team is the bomb. I'm hoping that the streak stays where all of them are awesome and I keep having this "waking up at 5 am isn't THAT bad when I get to see cute kids and work with nice residents" feeling.
Cheers!
Oh, and as always
Note: this is completely based on a true story (aka the actual occurrences during my weekend outing).
Disclaimer: I usually shop at one of the *real* grocery stores in town, and buy my loose odds and ends at Target because they would otherwise be a bit pricey at the grocery store. However, my mom had a gift certificate to Wal-Mart and I decided to use it during my weekly grocery outing to save some bucks. So no, this is a once in a very blue moon with streaks of purple in it.
Observations:
People push their grocery carts like they drive.
Exhibit A: I was cruising by the milk on the way to the yogurt nook when I notice that this lady is riding my ass. Literally, her cart is about 4 in from my butt. I look around and notice that no, there are no other carts in the vicinity blocking her from steering around me and going about her merry way. She decides that the best place for her to be IS FOUR INCHES AWAY AND COMPLETELY INSIDE MY PERSONAL SPACE. I have a feeling she's a tail gaiter. Luckily me stopping in front of the Greek yogurt gave her the opportunity to steer around me and then stop about 3 yards away. typical.
Exhibit B: I was coming around the corner of an isle when a lady going oh, 40mph slams into my cart, then gives me the evil eye as if it was my fault. Luckily for her, there was no window for me to flip her the bird and shout profanities, as well as no horn attached to the middle of my cart handle. I need to look into installing car horns onto grocery carts. It helps with my road rage, maybe it'll help with apparent wal-mart shopping rage. Unfortunately, neither can remedy the stupidity that necessitates the existence of a horn.
Let's just say that there was more cluster-fuckery occuring, but I won't outline the complete circus that was my outing to wal-mart. Let's just say that I will now refuse to go to wal mart unless I have a gift certificate and even then, it may just be used on a DVD or some batteries.
On a brighter note, on to another week of peds wards. Not feeling the impulse to slit my wrists every morning is a new one for me. I'm actually enjoying my time. Although, the last encounter with residents has left me with a bad taste in my mouth, but they will get a very interesting evaluation from myself (let's just say no patients on the list+post call does not equal going home). Let's just hope my new sister team is the bomb. I'm hoping that the streak stays where all of them are awesome and I keep having this "waking up at 5 am isn't THAT bad when I get to see cute kids and work with nice residents" feeling.
Cheers!
Oh, and as always
Kitty in a Basket!!!!
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