My Standard Chair was delivered yesterday. It’s a gift each surgical resident gets from the university as recognition for the seven years of dedicated service towards improving the lives of others while astonishingly sleep deprived.
It’s as if, after seven years spent on my feet for 80 hours a week, my university is saying to me, “NOW you can have a seat.”
I love that the website promises “generations of delighted recipients.” I don’t know about my future offspring but I’m certainly delighted at the chance to finally sit down. When I have children, I’ll be sure to instill in them an earnest and deep-seated (zing!) appreciation for taking a load off.
A fuck-ing chair? I’d be livid. Personally, I would have preferred a parade and impromptu dancing in the streets. On the real, where the gold stethoscope?
http://www.allheart.com/classicgold.html
Now, that’s what I’m talking about!
Wow! That is really rdiculous. I would hate to have gone through that experience and end up with an uncorfortable chair. I think that there are a lot of better thigs that the hospital can give you. Even if they let you keep your greys anatomy scrubs , it would be a huge inprovement.