I saved the post she wrote describing her job because it was so beautifully written:
"Random notes, because I feel like I bitch a lot about work and I don't often (or ever) talk about the non-bitchery stuff. But...
The people I work for? The work they do is fascinating. Every week I have to drag myself out of bed at doom-thirty to set up the early AM weekly preop evaluation conference, and it's miserable but it's also riveting. Hearts like little boxes, like walnuts, like flapping hands and fluttering wings, sometimes with rows of Frankensteinian wires marching up and down one side or tiny bedspring coils looping through the veins or little mesh collars propping this or that valve open. Puffs of dye chugging through big sturdy passageways or spraying out into a thicket with too many tiny threadlike branches.
People whose hearts have been thrown together carelessly like the world's worst Lego set - everything connected wrong, pieces missing, sometimes the whole apparatus present and accounted for but completely backward. And, often, still striving and pumping and working despite the terrible construction: just so determined to keep living, keep being, all these wrong-way pipes and holes in the walls and solid walls where there were supposed to be holes, and yet the person containing them is often improbably up and mobile and out in the world; nothing should work, but it makes itself work as much as it possibly can.
And the plans they make are part engineering, part science, part art -- if this piece is missing, can we take that piece from somewhere else and sub it in? If this is too small, can we re-route the flow somewhere else and still get it back to where it needs to be? What are the stats on the last fifty times we had to do this? What are the probabilities if it hasn't even been done fifty times yet? What are all the options? Are there any options? Who is going to sit down and talk with the family?
There is a lot that's less than ideal about the job, but I can't imagine being an administrator and working anyplace half so interesting, and sad, and surprising."