Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Dear Kate,

I may never get to see you this summer.  My "part time" job is turning out to be part-time only in the sense that it takes slightly less than the million hours per week that it would suck out of me if I were "full time."  You know that scene in Princess Bride when they use The Machine on Wesley and it sucks years off of his future lifespan until he's mostly-dead?  That was modeled after jobs in healthcare.

The next person to tell me anything along the lines of, "Well, at least you are only working part time" is going to get kicked in the teeth.  My anxiety about my job and for my patients is not part time and that is the hardest part of my job.

Mostly dead after my long day,
Bora.


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