Work sucks

Saturday rolled around, and I was all set to take it easy, maybe read a little, maybe sit in the hot tub, and work calls. Well, one of my bosses, really. More importantly, the woman I WANT to work for after I finish residency. She says, "I need a favor...can you meet me at 4:30?". Ah, crap.

So I rush all day to get my errands run, get dressed up in my doctoring clothes, head downtown to meet her, fight through the crowds around the Superdome, get my security pass, walk through about six dozen checkpoints...

And onto the field.

That's right, I spent Saturday evening watching the Saints shoot down the Eagles from the field. On-side medical director for the EMS team on standby in case a player got hurt. Oh, and we were stationed right behind the cheerleaders (who are short enough to see over). I also got to meet the governor (who is also short enought to see over, I mean the woman's practically a midget).

Moreover, the game was great. A real nail-biter. Anyone familiar with the Saints' record will understand how worked up the crowd was in the sold-out Dome. I tried to get some audio recordings on my phone, but it just doesn't do justice. Getting to see the Saints win a playoff game was cool, watching them beat the team that knocked the Gnats out of the playoffs was even better (hi, John. How ya doin'?). The fact that I got paid to do it was icing on the cake.

Yep, work sucks.