She is dressed neatly, but not professionally, and she peppers her speech with 'like' and she uptalks. She is eager to please though. Nods her head a lot. Doesn't ask questions. Irritating as hell.

:~:

"How many specimens do you receive, on average, each year?" I ask as we tour surg path.

"Oh, well i don't know exactly how many we get each year. We're up to about 14,000 right now though."

"..."

Aside: The Empire (first surg path experience, current employer) is on track to hit more than 40,000 this year.

:~:

To survive The Empire, one must be a Type A go-getter. This place manages to balance the intense competition of publish-or-perish with immeasurable compassion and desire to care for the sick. I have never worked with such an amazing group of people ever before, and I expect I never will find anything like this anywhere else i go.

Going in for 5:30 to embed (medical biopsies first, then 12hr. GIs, and kidneys, and cytologies, peds next, followed by gyn, and then the routine).

Days with 1,000 blocks. Blows my mind, must get the work out by 2pm and they left us GIs from last night? And the medicals still have an hour and a half left on the processor. By the way.

:~:

But one of the most important things this place taught me was that work is about the people.

The bond we share is the work, though sometimes it seems tedious and routine. But we survive the crazy atmostphere because of each other.

:~:

You can tell me its over,
over and over
your shoulder...
.tori.

:~:

Sat 10.09.99

The kiddies in front of me are talking, "...got me busted! He called the poh-leece on me!"

"Oh shit!

Rather loudly, "I had five cases of beer, man!"