It's not the stress. It's not the work. It's not the antisocial personality trait ( no doubt triggered by the shocking crowds we see every day ).
It's the time factor.
Waiting... and waiting...
Seriously. It's almost impossible to coordinate our schedules to match. For example today - spurred on by the success of our earlier sausage fest, a group of us actually dared to make highly optimistic ( rash? ) plans to meet for dinner and a movie. Penciled it in for after 6. But you know what they say about the best laid plans!
Figuring on arriving early at the designated meeting place, I tried my best to finish up all my work. Fortunately ( or astonishingly ) I didn't have all that much to clear today. However, our work ... can be unpredictable to say the least. And making appointments seems to be the best way to jinx it.
Inevitably something crops up. That Big Fella up there is obviously in cahoots to prevent us from having some fun.
Doctor : I'll be damned late. My patient just collapsed and I have to attend to him.
Paul : Eeeps
Doctor : I can't make it. Two of the patients came late to the clinic.
Paul : Eeeps.
Doctor : I was just walking out the door and my junior officer rang me up for a consult.
Paul : Eeps.
Reason enough that we only all met almost an hour late - and even then, we all arrived at staggered intervals. Don't make dates with doctors ( not at least without confirming them! ). We hardly ever turn up on time.