one lonely success

so yesterday, i was feeling sorry for myself because i was stuck in my office studying all sorts of empirical non-sense. this continued until about 11pm when a colleague came in after finishing his daily surgical residency.

i entangled him in some witty banter and he explained how he had been on call since 4am…the day before.

I shit you not.

so he goes on to tell me that he’s happy to have some time off until 4am the next morning when it all started again! i swear he started to tear up when i mentioned that time was changing and that he was getting dicked out of an hour of sleep. (in retrospect, this sounded like an asshole thing to say, but better me tell him then him show up an hour late to work and somebody dies or something.)

so i sat there feeling like the world’s biggest jackass when i heard him make a series of personal phone calls in some african dialect…followed by another phone call in spanish…and one last phone call in french.

i learned a very important lesson last nite and that is that i dont work hard and i am not smart. that guy works hard and that guy is smart.

…hmmm…i wonder if he has a kick ass blog? cuz having a kick ass blog totally makes up for the surgeon/speaks-four-languages-thing