What did you do last summer?
Breaking free from university digs, stale bed sheets, and a staple diet of cheap baked beans, I’m unable to put university life on a back burner because it continues to burn a hole in the pocket of my already tattered jeans. With a full timetable, maintaining a term time job while keeping the “work hard, play hard” balance is near impossible. After several months of unidirectional cash flow, the hard done by student returns home each summer, hunting for a means by which to reverse the situation.
Having never been one to consciously bulk out my curriculum vitae, last summer I neither sought work experience nor worked interpreting blood results or electrocardiograms. Instead, I ran down the soles of my shoes waitressing, earning a pittance to reinstate a maxed out overdraft.
Overworked and underpaid, I didn’t practise medicine, but the long and undesirable hours worked tested my endurance, and the