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So sisters I just had my first interview and after hours of practice and rehearsal and googling factoids I finally land 3,000 miles away from my home and start feeling like this doctor thing is in my grasp.
After lunch, I had a 2:1 and one of my interviewers was just stunning. Just perfect everything except for the chunk of iceberg lettuce in her perfect pearly veneers. So I point to my own mouth and do a clockwise precession towards my mouth hopefully telegraphing “floss yo teeth woman” but she just stops to say what and I say “you have food in your teeth” and the other interviewer kinda smirks and I could feel some kind of power shift dynamic happen before my eyes. Anyway the rest of the interview was cast in a suffocating pall and I wonder if that’s what saying goodbye to medicine feels like.
moral: don’t point out food in people’s teeth. Let them get home and feel ashamed as soon as they discoVer it for themselves
After lunch, I had a 2:1 and one of my interviewers was just stunning. Just perfect everything except for the chunk of iceberg lettuce in her perfect pearly veneers. So I point to my own mouth and do a clockwise precession towards my mouth hopefully telegraphing “floss yo teeth woman” but she just stops to say what and I say “you have food in your teeth” and the other interviewer kinda smirks and I could feel some kind of power shift dynamic happen before my eyes. Anyway the rest of the interview was cast in a suffocating pall and I wonder if that’s what saying goodbye to medicine feels like.
moral: don’t point out food in people’s teeth. Let them get home and feel ashamed as soon as they discoVer it for themselves