Okay, so where I have been for, geez, almost a year, you ask? Actually, I doubt that you do ask, as I doubt that anyone is actually reading this, but what the hell... it's about personal expression, right?
I have been busy, is where I've been. Busy getting my authentically doctoral rear-end the heck OUT of the professional morass of that medical school and OUT of the moral morass of that rather prestigious university (which shall remain nameless but man, do those folks need some classes in basic ethics) and OUT of that large government organization... well, almost on that last one, but I'm working on it.
Yep, folks, I finally got a bellyful and I stood up and I said "ENOUGH ALREADY!!! I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it any more! Hasta la vista, baby, and you can hold the chicken salad between your knees!" and a few other good movie lines I've picked up along the way.
Yessirree Bob, I have left the rather prestigious university for a rather less prestigious but still pretty damned respectable, tyvm, university. That may sound like a raw deal but it's not. After all, they came and asked me if I'd like to come play in their pool. They invited me to visit a couple of times and took me out to nice places to eat. They actually listened to what I had to say about science and academics and stuff like that, and they only asked questions that made me squirm once in a while. They offered me all kinds of nice things: tenure, a big raise, some funds to do what I need to do and best of all, colleagues who are real doctors. In other words (here we go again with the cinematic allusions), they made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
So, I packed my backs, offered my resignation to the rather prestigious medical school--and believe you me, that was fun--, hopped in the car, said "Open the pod doors, HAL!" (okay, so that one was a stretch) and blew Dodge. And here I am in a new office in a new university in a new town with a whole bunch of real doctors!!! And we talk to one another, and we listen to one another, and we treat one another with a modicum of respect even when we think the others are acting like a bunch of pointy-headed academics (which we ourselves never do, of course).
Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship...
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Is there an echo in here?
I was in a meeting today at the large government organization: a gathering of the organizational research police, enforcers of the rules, regs & regime. I'm not sure why they insist on making me a part of this corps, because they obviously aren't interested in what I have to say. In fact, today we had a lovely round of one of my favorite games: "Is there an echo in here?"
When the "real" doctors (hint: When you see that word real in quotes, you will know I'm talking about physicians, probably male ones. Just thought I'd point that out so the subtle wit wouldn't go unnoticed) get together to talk about rules, regs & the regime, they listen raptly to one another. One of them speaks and the others turn, look him in the face, and listen with rapt attention. If they actually agree with what he's saying, they nod sagely and look about at one another to make sure everyone's getting the full import of the monologue. They take turns, each getting to talk every bit as long as he wants before the next one picks up the thread and carries it a couple of nanometers along. It really is a wonderment of interpersonal choreography, the way these guys revere and respect one another during a discussion.
When one of us real doctors (note clever absence of quotes) speaks up, things go a bit differently. The guys suddenly discover something on their notepads they have to reread, or a fly on the ceiling. They fidget and shift uneasily in their seats, and murmur to one another even though you're not yet through the first full sentence. If they actually let you finish your thought, they all kind of look uncomfortable and don't say anything for a minute and then someone says "Yes, well..." and says something totally unrelated to what you just said.
But what comes next is what's really strange. Nine times out of ten, after "Yes, well..." has spoken his unrelated piece, another "real" doctor speaks up and says exactly what you've already just said. Maybe not in the exact same words, but the thought's the same and if you made a recommendation it is laid out there as if it were not only his own, but the most insightful thing on earth to boot. And then they all agree with him and tell him what a great idea it is. It's as if you are in a parallel universe and they can't quite perceive that you are actually there, but what you are saying gets through somehow and all they can figure is that it was their own, original thought.
This would be far less astounding if it didn't happen ALL THE TIME. I used to think it was just me, maybe I really was so inarticulate that they just couldn't understand what I was trying to say but it got through subliminally or something. But today, I discovered that it isn't just me: they do it to all the female PhDs.
We, the chosen few who were allowed to sit in on the meeting as if we actually belonged there, enjoyed not being the only one. We sat around the table giving each other this subtle "Omigod, do you believe they are doing this?" look, but not too long at a time or we'd all have burst out laughing uncontrollably and how would we explain that? So we smirked demurely at one another and listened quietly as the "real" doctors claimed as their very own every single idea we'd just offered up and had rejected by the great god "Yes, well..." Without a word, we shared the same thought: "Is there an echo in here???"
Oh well. I'm sort of glad to know it's not just me. There is strength in sisterhood, I guess. And now we know the truth. Behind every successful "real" doctor, there is a real doctor feeding him his lines.
When the "real" doctors (hint: When you see that word real in quotes, you will know I'm talking about physicians, probably male ones. Just thought I'd point that out so the subtle wit wouldn't go unnoticed) get together to talk about rules, regs & the regime, they listen raptly to one another. One of them speaks and the others turn, look him in the face, and listen with rapt attention. If they actually agree with what he's saying, they nod sagely and look about at one another to make sure everyone's getting the full import of the monologue. They take turns, each getting to talk every bit as long as he wants before the next one picks up the thread and carries it a couple of nanometers along. It really is a wonderment of interpersonal choreography, the way these guys revere and respect one another during a discussion.
When one of us real doctors (note clever absence of quotes) speaks up, things go a bit differently. The guys suddenly discover something on their notepads they have to reread, or a fly on the ceiling. They fidget and shift uneasily in their seats, and murmur to one another even though you're not yet through the first full sentence. If they actually let you finish your thought, they all kind of look uncomfortable and don't say anything for a minute and then someone says "Yes, well..." and says something totally unrelated to what you just said.
But what comes next is what's really strange. Nine times out of ten, after "Yes, well..." has spoken his unrelated piece, another "real" doctor speaks up and says exactly what you've already just said. Maybe not in the exact same words, but the thought's the same and if you made a recommendation it is laid out there as if it were not only his own, but the most insightful thing on earth to boot. And then they all agree with him and tell him what a great idea it is. It's as if you are in a parallel universe and they can't quite perceive that you are actually there, but what you are saying gets through somehow and all they can figure is that it was their own, original thought.
This would be far less astounding if it didn't happen ALL THE TIME. I used to think it was just me, maybe I really was so inarticulate that they just couldn't understand what I was trying to say but it got through subliminally or something. But today, I discovered that it isn't just me: they do it to all the female PhDs.
We, the chosen few who were allowed to sit in on the meeting as if we actually belonged there, enjoyed not being the only one. We sat around the table giving each other this subtle "Omigod, do you believe they are doing this?" look, but not too long at a time or we'd all have burst out laughing uncontrollably and how would we explain that? So we smirked demurely at one another and listened quietly as the "real" doctors claimed as their very own every single idea we'd just offered up and had rejected by the great god "Yes, well..." Without a word, we shared the same thought: "Is there an echo in here???"
Oh well. I'm sort of glad to know it's not just me. There is strength in sisterhood, I guess. And now we know the truth. Behind every successful "real" doctor, there is a real doctor feeding him his lines.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Hi there! I'm not a real doctor!
Okay, I finally had an awful enough week at work to decide that the world needs to know about it. So here I am, eager blog virgin, ready to bare my soul.
This blog is all about being a female PhD working in a medical school and also at a large government organization that is usually closely affiliated with a medical school wherever it is located. (That should narrow it down a bit for you, eh?) That is about all you need to know, because if the large government organization ever finds out about this they will no doubt be really pissed off at my having bared a little of their soul along with my own. And although I sometimes really really hate my job, I would prefer not to lose it entirely. That's the kind of fool I am.
So.... what's so bad about being a female PhD working in a medical school? Well for starters, you have to work with a lot of MDs--the "real" doctors. Here is a conversation I've had so many times it doesn't even get my blood pressure up any more:
Old acquaintance/colleague: Well hello, Dr. Chindogu, how are you?
Passerby/twit: Oh wow, are you a doctor?
Me: Yes, I am.
Passerby/twit: Oh wow, where do you practice?
Me: Well, actually I don't practice. I do research. I'm a [my field]ist.
Passerby/twit: Oh. I though you were a real doctor.
Just about every PhD I know has that conversation at least three times a month. So let me set you bozoes who think your family physician actually knows what s/he is doing straight:
This blog is all about being a female PhD working in a medical school and also at a large government organization that is usually closely affiliated with a medical school wherever it is located. (That should narrow it down a bit for you, eh?) That is about all you need to know, because if the large government organization ever finds out about this they will no doubt be really pissed off at my having bared a little of their soul along with my own. And although I sometimes really really hate my job, I would prefer not to lose it entirely. That's the kind of fool I am.
So.... what's so bad about being a female PhD working in a medical school? Well for starters, you have to work with a lot of MDs--the "real" doctors. Here is a conversation I've had so many times it doesn't even get my blood pressure up any more:
Old acquaintance/colleague: Well hello, Dr. Chindogu, how are you?
Passerby/twit: Oh wow, are you a doctor?
Me: Yes, I am.
Passerby/twit: Oh wow, where do you practice?
Me: Well, actually I don't practice. I do research. I'm a [my field]ist.
Passerby/twit: Oh. I though you were a real doctor.
Just about every PhD I know has that conversation at least three times a month. So let me set you bozoes who think your family physician actually knows what s/he is doing straight:
PHYSICIANS ARE NOT
REAL DOCTORS.
It's PhDs who are the REAL doctors. The MDs invented their degree when we wouldn't let them call themselves "Doctor" because we had the wisdom (we are PhDs, after all) to realize that to be a PhD, you have by definition to be a philosopher and physicians are obviously not philosophers, they are body mechanics and no one who hasn't suffered through comprehensive exams and a doctoral dissertation and dullwitted classmates spouting off ad nauseum in seminars should be allowed to use the title "Doctor" because it just waters down the team spirit we all developed while suffering through comprehensive exams and dullwitted etc. etc. etc.
You don't believe me, do you? Here, look at this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fields_of_doctoral_studies
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fields_of_doctoral_studies
Do you see "MD" on this list? No, you don't! They tell you right there on Wikipedia that the MD is just a "professional" doctorate. "Professional" means "not a real one, just calls himself that so he can make a lot of money and get good tables at upscale restaurants." Being a physician is like being a lawyer or a pharmacist. It is not like being a philosopher and actually thinking about what you are doing before you just haul off and prescribe someone a drug that will very likely do them more harm than the disease it's meant to treat.
Trust me, I know... I'm a real doctor.
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