In a workplace that's perfectly made for squares. Circumstances ( i.e. work ) have made me conform as best I might to the dimensions of a square peg which is how I've assimilated myself into the nameless crowd of physicians. Praying hard that I don't stick out like a sore thumb in a medical collective that prides itself on regimented uniformity.
With the occasional release.
Otherwise I'd probably go certifiably insane.
Back in my pressure-cooker medical school, I always had what I termed my Wild Wednesdays where I could get away from the rest of the studious clones and break loose with my then boyfriend, my ISO. Classes ended early on those days usually before lunchtime which left me with half a day to fool around. Ah, those good old days of wine, men and... well not song since we both weren't much into karaoke anyway.
Once I started working however, the few chances I had to release that pressure dwindled tremendously. Fortunately I still found kindred spirits around to help me goof off - but I realized that my psychotic breaks were coming along closer together as time went by. After all I needed a viable outlet for all my pent-up wackiness.
For the past two months, it has been steadily getting worse. Same workplace woes, I'm afraid - only multiplied tenfold possibly. Not only am I suddenly ( unwillingly! ) thrust into the company of a relentless battalion of square Gungho Ginnys ( Gannys and Gunnys! ), I seem to be the only round peg around! If you haven't heard about Ginny, she's one of the rare breed of medical students that thrive on textbooks, exams and working overtime! Hell these are folks who take their off days as an opportunity to hit the libraries and talk about medical journals.
Lemme borrow a recent example - something heard while I was rushing home from work.
Ginny : Sitting around like this is so unproductive! We should talk about the recent advances in medical science. Tell me, what did you study last night?
Genny : Oh, the latest British Medical Journal publication of course. What about you, Paul?
Paul : I read Cleo. Does that count?
Gunny : You read that? But that's shallow, sophomoric drivel. You should cultivate -
Paul : Up yours.
Starting to wonder whether they have surprise pop quizzes for fun on the weekends!
It's all good for them. All the best.
Just wish I didn't have to be part of that group :) Such relentless obsession with work would only drive me up the wall - and possibly end with me rashly indulging in a mindless orgy of crazed entertainment! Hence the need for the occasional psychotic break I mentioned.
Like today, I felt like snogging the surgeon just to get a shocking rise out of the Gungho Ginnys around ( between sticking my tongue out and flapping hands behind my ears ). Why? I couldn't say. I'm always that horny but he wasn't that cute. I just felt like it.
Sometimes it's hard to be square for so long.