so it has been over thirteen years since i graduated from dental school and became a 'professional' person...how has this come to pass? and have i really become professional in these years in the profession? actually i think the opposite has come to pass...i have completely lost my desire and ability to punctuate correctly. i write nothing more than cryptic notes in an electronic chart (acronyms non sequitur extrodinaire!)...
here is an example:
pt. presents w/ myofascial sx, rcmd appl for parafxnal habit, r/o hypersens sec to pulpitis, po instru bt
now, what in the hell is that supposed to mean?
i find myself rereading these notations and the funny thing is, at times i wonder why the hell my staff, who have to on occasion decypher this scrawl, cannot understand what i mean. DUH?! i mean you have only been working for me for-EVER!
what brings spiralling ito this rant is that recently (yesterday) i was asked by a person who i know peripherally to write a letter of recommendation for him (he's a real gem of a guy--couldn't be happier to write this for him) the only thing is...i not only lack the experience writing these things, but for aforementioned reasons i should not be allowed to write these for fear of having to write with puctuation and proper, for lack of a better word, MANNERS!
but as promised i gave it a shot! i never have been a quitter! i dug deep! and remembered back to my school days, you know the days before internet plagerism...i had NOTHING! so along came google and microsoft word templates and i banged out a disjointed letter! YEAH! i think i need a beer!
but just imagine if i could write a letter for REAL people to read, you know the type of letter of rec for one of the boyz!
let's just say the fella needing the letter was named...uhhhhh, Chad, yeah! that's a good name... here i go:
i can TOTALLY recommend Chad! well, he is RAD! a totally righteous dood! i mean ever since we met in prison, we were just like totally bros...i mean, not GAY or nothin' i mean real tight!
he's the type of guy who would help you move a BODY (hahaha get it?), whenever we were hittin' the strip joints he would find me a fine lady and buy me a romantic dance, you know...a real class act! he's not paying me to say this or nuthin' either! i'd write this letter in my own blood if he axed me to, but he never would he's just that kinda guy!
so in conclusion, if your looking for a quality dood you don't have to look far 'cos Chad is your man!
now i am just wondering how more twisted another decade and a half of dentistry will affect my balding mellon...lesson learned? don't ask for me to write anything SERIOUS for you...unless you already have in which case i really might try to make you look as good as Chad.
