Workaholics Anonymous

"Raindrops keep falling on my head
And that does mean my eyes will soon be turning red"
I know I shouldn't mangle a classic but this incessant rain is so frustrating...I can't get to work!I'm beginning to get a bit worried...I've finished 2 1/2 months of internship and I still like working(even though I'm not getting paid ie I'm indentured).This is very serious for someone who spent her college days hoping and praying that it would rain heavily enough to stop the professors from getting to college.People are actually beginning to call me "sincere" here and who can blame them considering the way I've been behaving,I don't use my casual leave even when I'm sick unless I'm too weak to get out of bed and I'm actually punctual.This is from the person who had her whole morning routine timed to 13 minutes and still woke up only 5 minutes before lectures started,an ardent supporter of the proxying system and who didn't attend morning lectures for a whole term because it was too cold to get out of my warm,cosy bed!
Is there any help for me?Is there any equivalent of disulfiram,any aversion therapy that'll yank me out of this unhealthy and abnormal fascination with a profession that inflicts pain to relieve pain?

Liff As I Know It!

My First!!!

Finally I've decided to put my technologically challenged days behind me and start blogging.But the virginity of my web log was a major obstacle...pardon the mixed metaphors...my standard excuse for everything nowadays is a lack of sleep.Not that I'd have it any other way...I'm back home in the city of the living,Bombay(not Mumbai)after 4 1/2 years in a place which like Lord Voldemort shall not be named!
My job involves sticking tubes into various body cavities and drawing enough blood to start a blood bank if I so choose and generally do whatever slaves/grunts do!Though Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy made it look a lot cooler especially the latter with the bar across the street...not that'll ever be in the cards but it sure would be nice knowing that it might happen or that there were a few Mcdreamies or McSteamies or even a J.D. around!
And yes...Douglas Adams pretty much captured my life with "Don't Panic!" Don't panic if blood starts spurting all over the place,don't panic if you have to dodge body fluids from an irate patient,don't panic if your houseman is yelling at you while you're running a high temperature and especially don't panic if you miss this week's instalment of your favourite TV show,there's always a repeat telecast!
And if I feel like killing my patient because he wants a real doctor read a guy(because of course a girl can only be a nurse),I just have to count to 100 and remind myself that my job is to heal!Of course,that does also mean I know how to inflict the maximum pain but I've taken the Hippocratic oath and 4 1/2 years of theory tells me that certain mentally challenged people can't help being sexist pigs!The only good thing is I never have to worry about looking halfway human again...especially post-emergency!

Oh,who am I kidding?!The amount I bitch about work is directly proportional to the kick I get out of it...which of course makes me wonder if I have any latent sadistic tendecies...but what the heck!Love me,love my splats!

Liff AS I Know It!