over the WE, I visited my friend in one of the largest German cities. And because so WE must be worth so early in the morning and I / have to do late at night eh nothing better, I am still of night broken on Monday morning to cross to cucumber through the country and in time to appear for duty.
Roads the city were almost empty and I had theoretically unlimited travel. But only a theory. On the way to the motorway, there were an estimated 10-12 traffic lights. ZT I could see the next traffic lights even when approaching the lying in front of me, were really not far apart.
Although it would have definitely offered, none of the lights were switched complementary. Which means, every time I had accelerated comfortably to 50 km / h, and came within shouting distance of the next traffic light, turned the red. Every time! Really! Every time!
I found quite amazing, who can come up with a traffic light for so? And much worse. To permit the implementation of this? Since it is quite tame in the head. So each time had to slow down, waiting, speed and chop, red again. The game has been repeated 12 times.
The really short drive thus has not only lasted forever, but my nerves most considerable strain on again. I'm glad it where I live are no traffic lights. At least not this idiotic.
What has this to do with my clinic?
Well, in recent days and weeks (or even years, perhaps) it seems to me even before like I would after each tentative acceleration process again abruptly and rudely reset to zero, from which I can then fight laboriously forward to then one to get on the cover. Not pretty this
have the feeling that all efforts on my part and "investment" in the hospital / department are fruitless, nobody cares what I do (and whether I make them) and somehow I'm motivation standard in a small hole. The traffic lights have shown me that.
Unlike Steve Martin in LA Story I speak not with a billboard, but the lights of the city with me. Not safe.
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