One of the junior doctors I was working with the other evening came up to me towards the end of our shift to complain in mock horror that everywhere he went in theatres, people kept telling him these awful cheesy Xmas jokes.
I was quite baffled by this. I’d been working too, and hadn’t heard any jokes at all. People were perfectly pleasant, but no jokes. So, what does a big, tall, handsome, young , English male registrar have that I don’t have?
I must say, I wasn’t too upset – I don’t mind cheesy Xmas jokes out of crackers on Xmas day, where they belong, being told amongst family when everyone has had too much to eat and drink – but it would get a bit tedious at work. Maybe the staff could sense my attitude? Or am I actually the scary middle aged boss lady that everyone tip toes around? Am I a Karen??