"Oh, this is nice," one of the new fellows said. "Are there always snacks like this?"
"No. Pretty much this is it. And I think the cookies you're eating are leftover from last year's party."
"Also, I wouldn't actually eat them, because I'm pretty sure the fellow who took them out of the box and put them on this plate came right from clinic, and I didn't see her wash her hands."
"Generally, any food you see in the office has probably been touched by someone who has touched something you wouldn't want to put in your mouth."
"But, you know, I don't want to make you think this isn't a great fellowship."
"I was deciding between doing a fellowship and working at a medical start-up -- a concierge practice, sort of. They had an on-site gym."
"Yeah, we have the stairs."
"They also catered lunch every day."
"There's a vending machine on the third floor. It has Swedish Fish."
"But I figured, it was such a limited patient population. I wanted to see a wider variety of issues, especially at this point in my career."
"Yeah, that's great. Catered lunch, eh? They still looking?"
"Ha. I'm sure this job is a lot more interesting. And at least you don't get paged in the middle of the night for medication refills."
"I actually just got paged at 3AM for a medication refill."
"The patient thought it was 3PM, not 3AM. She apologized."
"No, at least she apologized."
"Maybe I'll go meet some of the other fellows."