Saturday, December 11, 2010

Am. So. Sick. Of. Working.

No matter how much I do, it seems like a tiny drop in the bucket. There are never ending tasks, some of them important, some of them urgent, all of them necessary. It wouldn't be as mind-numbing if the urgent ones and the important ones were the same, but it's like they want to make ABSOLUTELY sure that we do a clinical journal that no-one will ever read, but if we get around to writing up a patient note, whatever. Huh!?

I am so underqualified for my life.

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