... is pretty awful ... really not enjoying the firm ... the shouting, the randomness (our operating list metamorphoses 3 times in a day), the meaningless (preparing for meetings where no one actually listens to what you have to say), the lack of facilities (not enough papers, chairs, blood forms, computers in a windowless room for 10 people), the long hours (to be honest, we are only doing 11 hours day at the moment, so it is not the end of the world), the brutalness (telling a patient that we are going to chop off all of her toes in 3 days' time ~ all in one sentence), the boringness of it all ... each morning, I wake up and start to dread the walk into 4 south more and more ...
But then, I went out for a drink tonight, and suddenly, the world seems like a brighter place ... work is still rubbish, people are still not great, one is still going to get hurt, with a lot of uncertainties circulating around the world, but I do have some wonderful friends, the sun is going to come out soon, and afterall, only 73 more days to go ....
