The third-year residents are going to be graduating soon. Since this class has been fast, and smart, and fun, and cool, I'm going to miss most of them. One, however, I'm not going to miss so much. He's a great doctor, and he cares about his patients, but he drives me completely crazy.
A vignette from our relationship:
Dr. Crazy: GuitarGirlRN, are you covering Area 1?
GGRN: (trying to stick a large needle into a sick old lady while she screams and fights; sweat is dripping off GGRN's nose) No. Area 2. [Area 1 is beds 3-11; I'm at bed 16]
Dr.C: Well, who is covering Area 1?
GGRN: (dodging a flying arm) I don't know--it's posted over there. (Dr. C stalks off)
Dr.C: (comes zooming back) You ARE covering this area! Bed 15, that's yours, right?
GGRN: Yes, but you asked me if I was covering Area 1!
Dr.C: (shaking head in patronizing way) Don't you know I call this area Area 1? Come ON, get WITH IT!
He was NOT being humorous. Apparently I'm not psychic enough for this job.