Perkins, yes, totally.
Aw, man. I really want to stab the doe-eyed med students who keep walking in, staring at me all confused, asking if I'm Doris, and then, when I say (in my professional Helpful Friendly Lady voice instead of the bitter demi-shrift voice I really want to use) "No, I'm not, but she's right inside" and POINT TO EXACTLY WHERE SHE'S SITTING AT HER DESK, just keep staring at me all doe-eyed like they're waiting for me to take them by the hand and toddle them over to her. Can't I stab just one, just a little?
JZ, How about I stab a med student, and you come stab a summer associate.
Or a first year associate.
Or a partner, for that matter.
BWAH!
t giggles at JZ
(And ok, you were prolly going to a "Strangers on a Train" place, whereas I went to "Throw Mama from the Train".)
I went to both places at once, or to a hybrid "Throw a Stranger's Momma From The Train" place complete with lushly gloomy black-and-white cinematography, slashy subtext leaking through to the text, frying pans over the head and a pop-up book.
Awww, I get a heart with a jaunty little curly tail! Mwah right back!
Because I am bored unto death, and the latest med student slipped away before I could stab him, I just wandered onto IMDB to look at the user comments for "Throw Momma..." because there's usually nothing more delicious than an earnest IMDB user comment on a dark and non-mainstream movie. It did not disappoint; on page 1 of the comments was a long and positive review from someone who felt duty-bound to point out that in real life a college professor would probably not be able to think of something witty to say while he was lying on the floor groaning after being hit on the head with a frying pan, but that despite this failure of realism it was really very enjoyable.
Not as good as the "Princess Bride" user who complained about the poor research and pointed out in earnest indignation that Guilder and Florin are not the names of real countries but of
pieces of money,
but still quite nice.
No stabbing, JZ, but why don't you shrift one of them just a little? Wouldn't word get around amongst the herd?
No stabbing, JZ, but why don't you shrift one of them just a little? Wouldn't word get around amongst the herd?
Unfortunately, all that happens is that the director of medical education then gets snippy with me and asks pointedly if it would be possible for me to be just a little nice for two seconds.
It's truly mindboggling, the simultaneous senses of entitlement and total floppy helplessness you see among spectacularly educated professionals and professionals-to-be. I'm sure Allyson can come in and back me up WRT scientists, and flea and amych on other academics. It's bizarre; it's like in order to actually receive each advanced degree after the bachelor's, you have to submit to having a chunk of your common sense surgically removed. (With exceptions for the highly educated among the Buffistas, naturally, but y'all already know you're above average.)
