After two years, I’m quite sad to be leaving my job at the hospital. It’s a strange mixture of feelings for me. On the one hand, it’s time to move on. On the other, what will I do for the next few weeks? I’ve had the good fortune to work with some really wonderful people in a very interesting environment, and I will miss it. However, there are a few things about this place that I won’t miss.
- Waiting an extra ten (sometimes as much as twenty) minutes for a Green Line-to-Green Line transfer at Government Center.
- Red Sox fans, who are all apparently illiterate.
- 6:00 AM
- The objectively dim computer monitor that has ruined my eyes.
- The food in our cafeteria: cheap but deadly.
- Medical records departments: where communication is optional.
- Crazy Extortion Fridays: You can wear jeans if you pay us five dollars. Pure HR.
- The woman dying of end stage renal disease who called me a faggot that one day. I mean, sure, brain injury, but that doesn’t mean I’ll miss her.
- “I’m sorry, boss, we can’t get his consent for research. He’s still in a coma, and he won’t wake up no matter how hard I shake him.”
- Having money. Oh…wait.
I suppose going back to grad school does have at least one down side.