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Being a junior doctor today.

‘Can you write 1000 words on what it's like to be a hospital senior house officer by Monday?’ Prof enquired. Ironically he asked as my three fellow senior house officers and I were in a meeting with the hospital junior doctors welfare officer, discussing our miserable, overworked, under-paid, unappreciated lives. I did warn him that my input may be dark and jaded, but he wasn't listening. He was already gone, eyes glazed over with the warmth of nostalgia, recounting how much ‘fun’ he'd had when he was a senior house officer. After several minutes the glaze faded, and he slowly wandered off down the corridor muttering something about fun and frivolity before bestowing me with artistic licence to write as I pleased.