Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Weighed, Measured, and given a C

Today I had my assessment for my previous 12 week's work. It entailed only, thank God, a 30 minute chat with my consultant. She had developed a nasty habit of liquidizing my pride into pet food sized chunks, but luckily today she seemed to be in a hospitable mood. Possibly something to do with her having to postpone our first attempted meeting after her pushbike broke down on the way to work last week. What kind of battleaxe consultant rides a pushbike?
I'm not entirely sure if offering to meet her in the D Level coffee shop was a good idea, as I spent the majority of our supposedly mature conversation with 2 slices of Marmite toast hovering around my face, nicely washed down with the staple black coffee.
I started with my opening gambit, suggesting that she couldn't possibly have an accurate picture of me as a student because she only saw me for an hour each week, and even then hardly ever in the presence of patients. Surprisingly, she conceded that. Bingo, I thought, at least it won't be a straight F.
Anyway, she highlighted a few of my more noticeable shortcomings, including my rather crap ability to take 3 or 4 minutes to answer questions that Richard and Judy would find too easy for their quizzes. Apparently I'm also too apologetic at times, although I think my self-dissatisfaction at times has been misconceived as this. I do not like myself very much when I do a shit job at something I'm meant to be good at. She also reinforced the message about having thick skin, something I thought I was developing quite well.
Also, she reminded me that quick thinking and decision making was a key factor not only in my current speciality elect, A+E, but also in most other fields of medicine.
As she signed my form off, a lovely big C, she asked me for the date before mumbling "hang on, I should know, it's my wedding anniversary".
"Congrats", I said, "which one if you don't mind me asking?", I bantered.
"Fifteenth". She answered. "And don't I bloody know it."
And it was back to work for the both of us.

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