There's an evil Santa!
OMG, I just found out there is an evil santa! You can find him at http://www.lettersfrombadsanta.com/ He makes toys like:
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I hope the good one comes to visit me this Christmas! Merry Christmas everyone!
Mike
My story...
OMG, I just found out there is an evil santa! You can find him at http://www.lettersfrombadsanta.com/ He makes toys like:
and
I hope the good one comes to visit me this Christmas! Merry Christmas everyone!
Mike
With recent news that the latest in transport taxation is to charge per mile with varying costs to dissuade the public from travelling at peak times, I am concerned for the health of the nation and the spiralling costs for the NHS. As a junior doctor training in the NHS I am sure that leaving work early to avoid the weighty tax fine will be frowned upon and so will be staying late to stay in the black. My on call colleagues will be quite happy for an extra pair of hands for another hour or two each evening, but at what cost?
Hours monitoring will undoubtedly prove that my rota is no longer compliant with EWTD, and I shall involuntarily drain the NHS coffers at Band 3. So we all do this and the Trust becomes badly hurt.
Now I’m not getting home to my wife and son until after his bedtime and he gets abandonment issues, perhaps sparking some child psychiatric issues, so we take him to the Trust psychiatrist and drain some more resources. I’m getting pretty tired and run down so I’m taking more sick days. I’m covered by expensive locums and the NHS becomes almost bankrupted.
But it’s not just my job, my career, my colleagues. What if everyone stays at work an hour later, or makes a habit of stopping at the pub waiting for the peak time to be over. We all go home at
After spending a half hour pondering the effects of altering road tax, I can foresee a nation of maladjusted youths who grow into a life of crime or workaholism, never see their kids, get depressed about it, resort to bad habits that make them unwell and bankrupt our health service. Perhaps altruism has its place after all.
OK, so it's not that bad. In fact, it's been a good start to a new job. I've discovered that there are some untruths circulating about Stoke hospital and the Potters. The people do smile at you in the corridor, and you do get some time to write your blog.
If I thought that life was going to calm down for a bit, I was wrong. Although I've got the exam, a few audits under my belt and just have to wait until March until I'm eligible for an SpR job, I do actually have to find said employment. I guess I had assumed that I would be forced into the melée to find ST3 work next August - but against the odds I've been shortlisted for an SpR interview next week. These interviews are renowned for being tricky to say the least. I'll have to brush up on all the hot topics of the moment to see if I can scrape through. Wish me luck!