There is not just one of us...there are many. This is the compilation of stories from the drab world of gray walls, windowless halls, fluorescent lighting, ridiculous memos, feedback, consultants, collating, mindless meetings...find solace in knowing you're not alone.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
I have a lot of friends who work in the medical field. I hate complaining about my job to them. I mean, these are people dealing with real life and death issues and I'm all like, yeah, my spreadsheet got all fucked up and I got yelled at for like five minutes. And then my friend whose a PA is like, yeah I totally killed someone last night because I didn't give them the right medicine. Or my friend who works with autistic kids tells me well, one of the kids jumped across the table and bit me. There's always that dead silence on the line, as I'm trying to figure out what to say next that makes me not sound like a total ass. But usually I stay humbled for about a day, forgetting the lesson learned and bitch about it again.
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