I'm in what's considered a fairly "cush" transitional internship, but I still find myself getting bitter and frustrated with the way **** rolls downhill at hospitals. I'm doing q3 now in the ICU, and yesterday I snapped at my senior resident when he told me to move my 1 day off a week. More than a few times I've wished that a patient who's crashing in the middle of the night would just die already. It seems like internship is bringing out the worst base animal instincts in me. Plus I'm turning into a fat slob from eating junk food at random hours. I'm thankful that my wife works out of town a lot b/c I'm not much fun to be around these days. Can't wait to start anesthesiology next year, cause this internal medicine stuff is a raw deal. I think we just have to learn to resign ourselves to the fact that as interns, we are the hospital's b*tches.