Saturday, November 1, 2008

The Hospital Is The New Catwalk

Our Clinical Instructor graduated at the top of her class.

She has an iPhone, wears nice clothes, work for an Agency (woo woo), etc.

But, most of us don't like her much. Yeah, she was top of the class. So what's wrong with her now? She asks us for clarification on stuff we're trying to learn. She says things like "Oh, it's been so long since I've done this" when we're practicing all the millions of math equations we're learning. She says, "Oh, I don't know, I'll have to look that up" about things that should be always floating on top of her memory since she is, you know, a practicing RRT.

She pisses off the Uber Smart Girl in our class. Every clinic, her feathers get ruffled for various reasons.. including..

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She wears HEELS to Clinic. That's right, 4 inch heels to walk the halls and stand up all day. If you're into self-torture, by all means, don't let us stop you.

Just know that we don't think your leggings and tunic dress and HEELS aren't cute. Sure, you've got the important lab coat with your name and "Clinical Instructor" monogrammed on it and that is SO awesome. But PLEASE, for the love of Gucci, please cancel the heels!!

Argh.

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