i should have known better.

last week, my preceptor & myself were scheduled for three surgeries.



now, for any established physician who works reguarly in the O.R., three scheduled surgeries shouldn't be a big deal. and in fact, it isn't. things should go smoothly. which, in fact, they did.



the problem, however, arose when the clock struck 8:30am & i walked out of the women's locker room in the surgery suite in a rush because my preceptor told me to arrive on the Labor & Delivery floor at 8:30am & i wasn't there yet.



and so i rushed out of the surgery suite, down the hall, around the corner, through the security doors, down the hall, around the corner, and came to a screeching halt at the nurses station in the L&D ward.



which is when i caught my breath, made sure i remembered to put my pants on, and looked around...



no preceptor.



and so i waited.



and waited.



and waited.



and waited.



until finally the clockface said 9:45 & i made someone call his office--whom, by the way, hadn't heard from him.



and so i waited.



and waited.



and waited.



and waited.



and then i had to pee.



so in an effort to get the most privacy, i went back around the corner, down the hall, through the security doors, around the corner, down the hall, & back into the surgery suite locker room.



which is where i urinated.



and then took this photo:


subsequently realizing that no self-righteous person would take such a photo, proclaiming to the world that i look (& feel) like i work in a cafeteria.



good thing i'm not self-righteous, huh?