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Yep, found that out last night... Allow me to elaborate...
Out at a bar with a few friends. I, being recently single and still feeling a bit blue over the events, was in need of a few libations. A perceptive bro at the table decides to raise my spirits with some witty banter with our waitress.
This is what unfolded:
Friend: Hey, hey you there. Can I ask you a question?
Waitress: Sure.
Friend: What's your opinion of doctors? Wait, wait, I mean... What if there was a doctor at this table... Would you think to yourself, "Hey, that's a nice profession and clearly shows this person is going or maybe already is somewhere."? What do ya think? (I'm paraphrasing, but you get the jist.)
Waitress: Ummmmmmm 95% of doctors are real *******s. I mean, like, ya know, good luck finding an honest one of those. They're just like douchy.
Friend: (Face now pure white in color, jaw hanging)
Me: Hi!
Waitress: (Expressionless stare)
Me: Wow, we kinda got off on the wrong foot here... I'm K Rida, nice to meet you...
What follows now are basic and devoid of any meaning pleasantries... Then...
Waitress: So, umm, like, ya know, what kinda doctor are you? I mean, umm like aren't you going to have to do a residency or fellowship or something?
Me: Yes, I'm actually going to be an ER doctor. I start my residency training in a few weeks. I'm nervous, but it will be a great experience!
Waitress: Ummm yeah, but what specialty will you be doing?
Me: ER. It's actually Emergency Medicine. It's really neat.
Waitress: Umm that's not a specialty. Like, umm, neuro, or cardiology, or trauma, or like plastic surgery.
Me: (Smiling, nodding, takes sip of beer)
Thankfully, another table had a fresh horde of ogres so she had to scoot...
(Please bear with, the end is a must read for this story)
When we needed another round, another bro at the table, in a last ditch effort to assuage some of the awkwardness of the earlier fail asked the young waitress what she does besides waitressing....
The response...
Waitress: "Oh, I'm finishing up PA school."
Ladies and gentleman, no animals or waitresses were harmed in the filming of this comedic short.
Thank you for tolerating my vent!
Out at a bar with a few friends. I, being recently single and still feeling a bit blue over the events, was in need of a few libations. A perceptive bro at the table decides to raise my spirits with some witty banter with our waitress.
This is what unfolded:
Friend: Hey, hey you there. Can I ask you a question?
Waitress: Sure.
Friend: What's your opinion of doctors? Wait, wait, I mean... What if there was a doctor at this table... Would you think to yourself, "Hey, that's a nice profession and clearly shows this person is going or maybe already is somewhere."? What do ya think? (I'm paraphrasing, but you get the jist.)
Waitress: Ummmmmmm 95% of doctors are real *******s. I mean, like, ya know, good luck finding an honest one of those. They're just like douchy.
Friend: (Face now pure white in color, jaw hanging)
Me: Hi!
Waitress: (Expressionless stare)
Me: Wow, we kinda got off on the wrong foot here... I'm K Rida, nice to meet you...
What follows now are basic and devoid of any meaning pleasantries... Then...
Waitress: So, umm, like, ya know, what kinda doctor are you? I mean, umm like aren't you going to have to do a residency or fellowship or something?
Me: Yes, I'm actually going to be an ER doctor. I start my residency training in a few weeks. I'm nervous, but it will be a great experience!
Waitress: Ummm yeah, but what specialty will you be doing?
Me: ER. It's actually Emergency Medicine. It's really neat.
Waitress: Umm that's not a specialty. Like, umm, neuro, or cardiology, or trauma, or like plastic surgery.
Me: (Smiling, nodding, takes sip of beer)
Thankfully, another table had a fresh horde of ogres so she had to scoot...
(Please bear with, the end is a must read for this story)
When we needed another round, another bro at the table, in a last ditch effort to assuage some of the awkwardness of the earlier fail asked the young waitress what she does besides waitressing....
The response...
Waitress: "Oh, I'm finishing up PA school."
Ladies and gentleman, no animals or waitresses were harmed in the filming of this comedic short.
Thank you for tolerating my vent!

), although I only see the PA push for independence on the internet and a few people at the SEMPA conference. But again, their reasoning for PA independence is predicated on keeping up with the NPs.