True, you don’t need to actively eavesdrop while in the elevator, except when people are whispering about suspicious activities, but it’s more fun to imagine that you’re eavesdropping, because then you feel like you’re crouching behind some bushes, and you can write run-on sentences like this. Eavesdropping in the elevator could be quite depressing, as I have eavesdropped a couple of months ago that Elevator Girl gets a much bigger salary. Elevator Girl sounds like a super hero name.
I am suddenly reminded that classes have started because there are now clerkies walking around with excitement. Apparently kuya intern is touring or orienting the newly thrusted clerks as they were going up the elevator. Being a newly-thrusted clerk is a scary state, because I remember the first resident’s order I had to carry out in my first ever clinical rotation. I felt totally depressed, conspired against, and… toxic when I saw my first order: For sputum AFB x 3. And whenever I see: Refer to SAPOD… parang guguho ang mundo. Until I became a SAPOD myself years later, and I would not read the damn thick referral forms and just get the name and locations.
So while in the elevator:
Intern: Alam nyo na ba kung paano magbasa ng chart?
Clerkie: (panicked voice) Paano nga namin malalaman kung anong labs ang dapat gawin?
Intern: Ganito lang yun, kapag “FOR serum creatinine”, kailangan mo gawin. Pag “FOLLOW-UP serum creatinine”, kailangan mo na lang i-follow-up.
Clerkie: Ah. (relieved)
And of course, because everything should be about me and I intend to be inggit of everyone, I am inggit that at this moment this is Clerkie’s only concern. I apologize for all my whinifications back in 2004. Hopefully come 2018 I would apologize for my current whinifications, but I doubt it.