Hi. I heard somewhere that sharing your thoughts and experiences makes life more meaningful. It could have been my graduate school class president who said that. But my short term memory isn't the best in town! In creating this blog, it's my attempt at opening a channel in which I can share my little world with you. So please, send me your thoughts and experiences and we'll call it a party.
I've been looking for an outlet, or a realm, in which to share these thoughts for awhile now. I wish I would have started this back in May - in an effort to chronicle the experience of post graduation and beyond. May thru November marks an amusing, reminiscent and humbling period of my life. As the amusement seems to continue, now appears to be as good a time as any to begin chronicling.
Living/moving to New York presented more of a challenge to me than passing the PANCE exam and without question, happens to be one of the more interesting places I've called home. Those include places known as Ft. Kent, ME / Naknek, AK / Linkoping - Sweden / Banikoara - Benin. More difficult than transitioning to New York has been finding employement in this intensely populated, crazy nest of people. Yes, despite having all the credentials and qualifications to fulfill what US News and World Report deems as one of the 10 best jobs in the country, I have yet to procure employment as a Physician Assistant in the largest city with the highest population of underserved people. For the record, that is 5 months and counting.
In the spirit of friendship and tellin' it like it is, I welcome your comments. If you've wondered 'what ever happened to that guy' - hopefully this will answer that question. Double Plum(b)er called me last weekend to find out how I was managing life in NY. So many thoughts came to mind, instead, I began explaining that I hadn't found gainful employment. As probably the last soul (besides Tina Lina Bobina Altstatt) in our class yet to land a job, I figured this would be a great way to do something productive - tell stories. Please inform me if you'ld rather be spared.
Tune in soon for the next episode of "What the hell happened to that guy"
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A question: If US News and World Report ranked the most factualy invalid and pretentious tactics for getting people to buy a magazine would they place themselves in the first slot?
a comment on the nature of employment: I had a performance review at my job today, the job to which I dedicate an average of 12 hours per day, and every other weekend. I was told I needed to take on approximately double the amount of work I do now. Now, were they saying I'm inefficient, or lazy? stay tuned.
Enjoy your pre-employment days as much as possible. The rest of your life is full of this bullshit.
I'm with Brynn - enjoy it while you can. Working is definitely overrated. Every week I get a "billability" report demonstrating to the whole office that I am -7% or -14% or -13.5% below "goal" billability. Whatever the hell that means. If I'm so far below goal, why am I so damn busy?
Maybe it's because I'm reading a blog right now instead of working. Back to my chrome plating tank emission calculations. Blah.
Hey if you guys don't like your jobs (or don't want to get one), you can always take up folk music instead. All you need is a guitar, an open case, and a street corner (there are many of these in NYC, Amos) and you'll be in business. You can make, literally, TENS of dollars!
I think you should spend a lot of time people-watching. Intently, the way those "lucky" folks with j.o.b.'s cannot do cuz they're rushing from one thing to the next, and fretting about whether they put a cover sheet on their TPS report. If this makes no sense, use some of your free time and re-watch Office Space.
hey, who the hell are you and why are you sending me this crap. You think I have time to read your crappy little blog. I barely have time to wipe my ass let alone write about it.
(this is my sad attempt to be funny. Boy do I miss having free time, and the ability to hang out with you.)
Oh this is all so dismal. Well, I told you to get a Ph.D. Then you could have turned these observations of yours into a dissertation --- and then who knows? Dr. Hare lecturing a class of rapt coeds about the absurdity of it all. . .
whaat?
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