I love the Navy... and San Diego

When I got the interview offer from the Naval hospital, I couldn't be more excited. All I could think was MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN... did I mention Men?

The navy did deliver. I think I had whiplash walking through the hospital. 

The interviews were TOUGH though. They were the most formal and "typical" with questions about strengths and weaknesses, failures, triumphs, favorite thing about med school, etc.

I was prepared but unprepared because I just hadn't reviewed those answers in a while. I hope I did ok, but I'm not sure... especially the first interview. I swear the doc/lieutenant didn't even crack a smile.

Now let's talk about San Diego. Here's the city in a nutshell:

Mexicans, Mexicans, Homeless, HOTTIE!

Homeless, Mexicans, Homeless, HOTTIE!

I'd probably have fun, but I don't think I'd find a hottie with a brain who is unmarried. 

On to the rest of San Diego. I did have the chance to re-unite with one of my best friends from college... and WhiteRapper joined me for the weekend.

In a nutshell, we had a fun weekend exploring San Diego. I did fabulous dessert, the zoo and sportfishing... yes, I went fishing... and I probably won't ever again.

I wish I could write more thoughtfully, but I don't have much to say. It's all what it is. *I* am just tired. Now that interviews are almost done, I'm scared. I'm afraid I won't match. In fact, there's a good chance I won't.

But there is a good chance I will... I just have to impress the chief... I hope he trusts me when I tell him I will not fail.

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Carded

Thursday night before my Friday interview at the GH, the residents invited us out for drinks and dinner at the Liberty Hotel. I love this place. It's pretentious and snobby, and totally fabulous. 

That day, I got out of work at 4:30pm. I had plenty of time to get home, change and head to the Liberty by 5:30pm. I realized at 5pm that I left my cell phone in my white coat back at school. 

That's ok, I thought to myself. I'm not gonna be talking to anyone that evening nor the next day during my interview. I can go get it when I'm done. I continue getting ready. Then I realize I also left my wallet in my white coat.

And this is when I flip out...

I'm going to be drinking. What if I get carded? I will look like the BIGGEST tool in front of my future colleagues.

I throw on my outfit, roll down my hill and jump in a cab. I have 15 minutes to get to school and back to the Liberty. The cabbie totally felt my story, got me to school and back in the nick of time.

And of course I didn't get carded... of course.

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