Medicine is so glamorous. Being on call is so glamorous. It’s like being on Grey’s Anatomy, except it’s not.
It is so glamorous to get paged right before going to bed…
To sign for a package.
Really?!?!? WTF. This is not why I went to med school.
But I had no choice. Apparently, it is an important package.
I got in my car and drove to the hospital.
It’s dark. I meet the delivery guy outside in the circle drive. It’s like a covert drug deal, except it’s not.
I walk through the department. It’s empty.
Of course it is. It’s nighttime dodo.
In the vault, I see what the package is for.
So I leave it, instead of selling its valuable contents on eBay.