the residency gods are fair… mostly
I have come to grips with the fact that at the end of the day, the residency Gods are mostly fair. I think. At least so far. On some days I take the worst beating of my life. On those days I feel like I have done something to anger the Gods. More than likely though, they just have forgotten about me and are instead tending to the many other residents who need the help more than I do. However, then there are days when the residency Gods smile upon me. On those days, I am spared the bullshit that turns a routine 13 hr day into a 15 hour day. On those days, I get to hit the gym before heading home for my fifteen minutes of tv and dinner before bedtime. When I first started, I was getting routinely crushed so my general feeling was that I had been forgotten by the residency Gods but now, well, I’m starting to realize that in the end, it all evens out. So I guess on average, the residency Gods think of me as, “mehhh”. I guess that’s better than not at all.
My suspicion is that there will be days when I will rescind this post and say that I have been cast into residency Hell and there will likely be days when I will be in residency Heaven. I guess we’ll take those times one day at a time. In the meantime, with the benefit of the clear thought that comes from a golden weekend, I’ll just stick with “mehhh”.