So, today I officially reached the double digits in residency interviews for a PGY-1 position in emergency medicine. I can't say I'll miss running to the drugstore at odd hours of the day for another pair of panty hose, doing bathroom boot to heel switches, and plastering a smile on even when I didn't sleep the night before. Yes, EM is for me. I love my free time and am ambitious, adventurous, and amiable. However, the traveling, overnight stays with randoms, and mooching off distant family does get old after a couple of weeks. I sympathize with all those newly laid off employees who have weeks of this ahead of them without the finite date of the MATCH to look forward to.
The problem, I've decided at this point, is not anxiety about interview performance, but is being able to feign interest in yet another resident explaining intricate details of scheduling during off rotations. Is anyone really nixing a program based on whether there is night float or not during your medicine month? Truthfully, I don't have the perspective to know how much this will affect my life in the coming years. I also want to believe that perception of fit and reputation are reliable enough factors in my decision making.
Today, I interviewed at a high volume center in NYC. I had high hopes for this program as it was an interview I actively sought out. I have yet to find out whether the admissions committee independently picked out my application or the attending I bonded with during my prior NY rotation put in a good word for me. Nevertheless, I approached this interview with excitement and expectation for a high ranking. By the third interview it was strikingly obvious that this was not where I was going to spend the next four years of my life. C'est la vie. I should have booked that Florida vacation instead.
Friday, January 16, 2009
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