7-1-08 - New residents. I gave the orientation speech today to a sea of new faces. The orientation is from the nursing perspective, naturally and the fresh, clean, eagerly anticipating faces stare, jot notes and wait for something pertinent. They're eager to do the work ahead. The excitement is palpable and it's refreshing, in a way. Frustrating in another. Always a round of new folk to be introduced to the same, old routine and it brings a fresh atmosphere into the mix. It's also repetitive, a little boring and unfortunately played out to some degree. After all, the APS is in a constant state of orientation at its worst and sometimes, it's just plain tiresome - even though the latter parts of what I just said are generated from within the pessimist in me. And it's that pessimist who sees a drug seeker in every anxiety-ridden kid and a personality disorder in every poor bastard who come in and really doesn't know quite how to express him or herself.
Although, now I'm not being fair to myself. I'm a bit more aware of what's going on than what those last, few sentences make it seem. I've been doing this long enough to assess who and what is before me and to admit I'm wrong when I am.
They all look so young, all the new residents. All the new docs look like kids. It really is a sign of how I'm aging. Kids in medical school actually look like kids. Seriously, when you get right down to it, that's pretty fucked up from where I sit.
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