A far cry from the stereotype of the workaholic physician who plonk themselves in a tiny 10X10 closet of an apartment, toss their crumpled clothes in the cupboard and blaze off to work without a second glance behind. Then rush back after work in a flurry through a messy path drawn through the dust and grime of the barely cleaned apartment to fall unconscious on their hastily made-up bed.
Then it's off to work again.
They live and breathe the hospital. Forget about having that plasma tv.
Seriously. Doctors are slobs.
Thank God we have obsessively neat ( OCD? ) nurses to help us clean up at work.
Otherwise our clinical workplaces would more closely resemble the filthy pigstys some of us wallow in back home.
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Don't think I could live like that. Dirt and grime aside ( hence the need for a maid! ), I can't live in an anonymous apartment with plain store-bought furniture, bland beige walls and zero personality. Talk about boring.
Paul : OMFG. There's a pathway etched in a layer of perma-dust in your living room! And I thought I had it bad!
Doctor : I only use the bed. Why clean up the living room!
Paul : That's not a living room. It's a rubbish dump!
Doctor : Not that bad lah.
Paul : Put some pictures up, man! You don't even have a poster on the wall. It's blank! No pillows even!
Doctor : But it's a rented place!
Paul : You've been here more than a year!
Really. Rented place is now officially not an excuse for sloppy decor. Nor a sad lack of personality.
Kinda like office drones with seriously dull cubicles. Which got me wondering whether Charming Calvin has an empty cubicle as well.
I need pictures. I need mementoes. I need bric-a-bracs. I need curtains. I need rugs. Call it junk or whatever you want but I need my knick knacks around me. I've even gotten several pictures ready to tack up in my office.
And yes, that's my office. I have one now :)