I love my job. Really. I promise I do.
Some days, though, I just don't feel up to it. Today is one of those days. I'm not sure why I feel that way. It could just be pre-call weekend depression setting in (it's a real thing, I swear!), maybe it is because I am feeling a bit overwhelmed by having to deal with our new EMR this weekend, having been gone since the "go live" date. Maybe it is just because I don't feel that I performed as well as I would have liked in the OR today.
Whatever it is, there are some days when I just really wish the toughest thing I had to deal with at work was asking the tough question, "Would you like fries with that?"
Oh that it were only so simple. But just some days. Just days like today.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Coffee must hate cups
I have a theory. Here it is. Brace yourself, cause this is big.
Coffee hates cups.
Seriously. I believe it can't stand the thought of being confined into this small cardboard/plastic/metal/ceramic container. Like Freddy Mercury, coffee just wants "to break free".
I mean, why else would it be spilled more than any other beverage I have ever seen?
While I don't imbibe alcohol, I have been to concerts and sporting events at which alcohol was being freely sold and consumed. Sure, there were some spills. But nothing like freaking coffee. And heck, at least those people had the excuse that they may have been a few drinks in and were carrying their beverages amidst large crowds.
No, I don't drink coffee either, so I may not fully understand this phenomenon. I am, however, surrounded by regular coffee drinkers. Like every day, many times a day. Such is medicine, right? Every day I see someone with fresh coffee stains on their white coat. Every day I see spilled coffee in puddles on the floor, or stains on the carpet. I see my colleagues reaching for the paper towel to wipe the coffee off their hands before it gets on their clothes.
I am a water drinker. Sometimes I will also have a glass of milk. But I don't usually spill those beverages on me. Sure, everyone has the rare spill, but nothing like I see with coffee. Is it because it is hot? Is it a secret coffee drinker only sign? Is a ritualistic? Does it make the coffee taste better?
There has to be some explanation, because otherwise, I just don't get it.
Coffee hates cups.
Seriously. I believe it can't stand the thought of being confined into this small cardboard/plastic/metal/ceramic container. Like Freddy Mercury, coffee just wants "to break free".
I mean, why else would it be spilled more than any other beverage I have ever seen?
While I don't imbibe alcohol, I have been to concerts and sporting events at which alcohol was being freely sold and consumed. Sure, there were some spills. But nothing like freaking coffee. And heck, at least those people had the excuse that they may have been a few drinks in and were carrying their beverages amidst large crowds.
No, I don't drink coffee either, so I may not fully understand this phenomenon. I am, however, surrounded by regular coffee drinkers. Like every day, many times a day. Such is medicine, right? Every day I see someone with fresh coffee stains on their white coat. Every day I see spilled coffee in puddles on the floor, or stains on the carpet. I see my colleagues reaching for the paper towel to wipe the coffee off their hands before it gets on their clothes.
I am a water drinker. Sometimes I will also have a glass of milk. But I don't usually spill those beverages on me. Sure, everyone has the rare spill, but nothing like I see with coffee. Is it because it is hot? Is it a secret coffee drinker only sign? Is a ritualistic? Does it make the coffee taste better?
There has to be some explanation, because otherwise, I just don't get it.
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