So today was the first day working for the Hospital. Well, really was just an orientation meeting and then I got to go home. But I was disappointed. It wasn't anything like Scrubs. The janitor was very pleasant. A very pleasant nurse kindly showed me to the boardroom when I got lost, and the President was very uplifting when giving us the history and mission statement. It just doesn't seem right.
I need a Dr. Cox-like dressing down.
Help me out here!
If you want abuse, become a resident doctor. Or a family practitioner. I think pediatrics gets beat up pretty hard too (Jenne? Help me out here).
I want you to spread the word, missy. I've... had... enough. The next whiny poster that comes in here looking to me for a cookie and a hug, I swear to Eris, I'm going to hurt them. And you, you neurotic, one-man freak-show, take your blah-blah to the blah-blah-ologist. Because if you are so stupid as to talk to PD.com about your quasi-inoffensive co-workers, then you've just got to go ahead and replace the captain of your brainship, because he's drunk at the wheel.
Fuck that noise. That involves going back to school. I am DONE with school for the rest of my natural life.
This fread needs more Dr. House.
Can't relate. I've never watched that show.