Reason me this
Jan. 16th, 2008 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jcd1013Multiple choice question for you.
Select the most correct answer:
The reason that Julia is not switching her call night from Saturday to Sunday night, thereby allowing co-resident to be on call on Saturday instead of Sunday so he can watch the Packers game), is:
A: She wants to watch the Packers game herself! Go Green Bay!
B: She wants to church on Sunday, post-call and exhausted, but still able to spiritually recharge herself.
C: She has Monday off of work already, and being on call means that she'd be sleeping through her day of vacation.
D: She's just a mean grouch who never does anything nice for anyone.
E: CuteIntern happens to be on call on Saturday as well, and she can't resist the chance to flirt and look ridiculous.
Ahem. Never let it be denied that I am anything but shallow.
I finished with work a little early today and celebrated by chopping my hair. I hadn't cut my hair at all since August. August. So it was looking nappy. It's now too short (just below my chin) and my "hairstylist" must have spent a total of 15 minutes cutting it so it's slightly chunky, but at least my still-growing-them-out-a-year-later bags got blended in and even though it's not perfect, I look ever so better than I did an hour ago. We'll see how it looks once it loses the "new hair" look.
I need to go to the gym. But I have a headache and I'm beyond exhausted (not exactly sure why) and I'm covering the cardiology service for 4 days while my friend Prem goes on "vacation" to Tucson, Arizona (he says it's for a meeting. Whatever. I don't believe him). We're rounding with the attending at 7:30. In the morning. Meaning that I need to be there by at least 6:30 so I can have some idea about what's wrong with my new patients. So I think I might go to bed. Like right now.
Oh, I did finally make Chicken TIkka Masala last night. Which was really good and yummy, only it tasted nothing like the restaurant dish. I'll be sharing the recipe in the next couple of days, but as I did a google search on a better, more authentic recipe, I discovered taht it really isn't authentic Indian in the first place! It was apparently invented in the 1970s by some Indian restaurant owners in Scotland who had all of these British customers complaining because their Tandoori chicken didn't have any gravy on it. Who knew?
Night all!
Select the most correct answer:
The reason that Julia is not switching her call night from Saturday to Sunday night, thereby allowing co-resident to be on call on Saturday instead of Sunday so he can watch the Packers game), is:
A: She wants to watch the Packers game herself! Go Green Bay!
B: She wants to church on Sunday, post-call and exhausted, but still able to spiritually recharge herself.
C: She has Monday off of work already, and being on call means that she'd be sleeping through her day of vacation.
D: She's just a mean grouch who never does anything nice for anyone.
E: CuteIntern happens to be on call on Saturday as well, and she can't resist the chance to flirt and look ridiculous.
Ahem. Never let it be denied that I am anything but shallow.
I finished with work a little early today and celebrated by chopping my hair. I hadn't cut my hair at all since August. August. So it was looking nappy. It's now too short (just below my chin) and my "hairstylist" must have spent a total of 15 minutes cutting it so it's slightly chunky, but at least my still-growing-them-out-a-year-later bags got blended in and even though it's not perfect, I look ever so better than I did an hour ago. We'll see how it looks once it loses the "new hair" look.
I need to go to the gym. But I have a headache and I'm beyond exhausted (not exactly sure why) and I'm covering the cardiology service for 4 days while my friend Prem goes on "vacation" to Tucson, Arizona (he says it's for a meeting. Whatever. I don't believe him). We're rounding with the attending at 7:30. In the morning. Meaning that I need to be there by at least 6:30 so I can have some idea about what's wrong with my new patients. So I think I might go to bed. Like right now.
Oh, I did finally make Chicken TIkka Masala last night. Which was really good and yummy, only it tasted nothing like the restaurant dish. I'll be sharing the recipe in the next couple of days, but as I did a google search on a better, more authentic recipe, I discovered taht it really isn't authentic Indian in the first place! It was apparently invented in the 1970s by some Indian restaurant owners in Scotland who had all of these British customers complaining because their Tandoori chicken didn't have any gravy on it. Who knew?
Night all!
