It’s the little things, really.

So I’ll do what is best for me right now, and that’s bury myself in work and learn all about psychiatry.

But I’m too much of a compulsive rule-follower to not wear them to work, even on a Sunday.

Chatted politely about the half-marathon and boards, didn’t have the urge to punch him in the face.  Win.

I may have sent an email to that guy.  This time it wasn’t angry or wine-soaked, it was just a “good luck on the half-marathon tomorrow” message.  Perhaps this is the olive branch that will stop us from actively ignoring each other, which could get awkward if we’re ever on the same service next year.

Neurology/Psychiatry

Internal Medicine

Surgery

Pediatrics

Family Medicine/ Selective (TBD - hopefully Anesthesia)

OB/GYN

So if any of you are following me for the long haul, at least you can have a frame of reference for the themes of my bitching.

My troubleshooting skills have been unmatched tonight.

I didn’t cry AT ALL this weekend.  And I met a guy last night.

I just (politely) told a couple of guys in a study room that we could hear them through the wall, and if they could keep it down, that would be great.

I feel AMAZING.

I can rant and rave all I want, but guys are just going to keep being douchebags and jerks and liars, and there’s really nothing I can do about it.  All I can do is be happy with myself, happy being on my own, and eventually I’ll meet someone who is worth my time.