December, you suck!

Egad, I hate December.

the people

the constant crappy music

the case after case after case

the people (yes, this deserves to be here too)

the time sucking, life draining operating room schedule

all of it

One of my coworkers is making me a tee shirt that I feel epitomizes December.

Fuck you, December!

With a snowman flashing the double birdies (middle fingers).

Now if only our case volumes lighten up a bit in January.

I am not holding my breath.

1.5 classes left

It is with a sigh of profound relief that I submit my last discussion post reactions.

Three weeks off!

And then 4 months to complete the 175 hours of clinical education I need to graduate.

The math is that I have three mornings off a week.

I don’t have to work until 1430.

0800-1400 is 6 hours, times three mornings a week equals 18 hours a week.

This should get me to the finish line for this part of my class withing 10  weeks.

Time off for good behavior.

The 0.5 is the writing of my master’s thesis.

Which we have been cleverly working on the ENTIRE time we’ve been in school.

I think it’s supposed to be 50 pages, or 75.

No matter, I’ll just weave the papers I have been writing into a cohesive whole.

And submit and I’ll be done.

Two things remain:

I have yet to submit for graduation. Gotta shoehorn a call into them about that.

And I have yet to find a preceptor for the 175 hours.

Wish me luck.

 

It is not bullying to expect you to do your job

Lately I have been struggling with the different generations at work.

Or, to be more specific.

The different work ethics at work.

Because work ethic knows no generation.

I am sorry that I expect you to do your job.

I am sorry that you have to work for a living.

I am sorry that you cannot be on your phone 24/7. (This is across generations).

I am sorry that I find you when you are trying to hide.

I work like I do so that no one can come to me and complain about my work ethic.

Hell, I don’t even expect you to work like me.

I do expect you to do your job.

Once more, for the folks in back

I have not said this before.

But is bears repeating.

Surgeons!

Yes, you, even the ones in the back.

When the desk gives you a surgical time.

IT IS OUR BEST GUESS!

No, we are not trying to make you late for your plane.

(I’m tired of that excuse, please find another)

Or your romantic dinner with your wife.

(Slightly better, especially if we know your wife)

Or miss homework with the kids.

(Best yet)

But still, we are not working against your schedule.

It is your partners and your compatriots who are doing that.

Not us.

When I call you to tell you’ve been delayed from your surgical time.

It is often due to circumstances beyond our control.

Especially in the evenings.

So, again;

YOUR SURGICAL TIME IS OUR BEST GUESS!!!

So please stop calling me every 15 minutes to see if the time has changed.

I will call you when I have a better guess.