La belle vie in cafes

Well kids, definitely one of the perks of being out here is that we're only 1 1/2 hours from Montreal. Yes, my hard life in Psychiatry is running me down; I think each of us who went to Montreal plunked down several hundred dollars apiece on Rue St-Catherine (manic symptomatology?), as well as going tete-a-tete with various musiciens quebecois till 2 in the morning... sigh... walking through the streets of Vieux Montreal is -really- stressful :) , especially trying to break the stereotype of the Torontonian who Never goes to Montreal unless they absolutely HAVE to...
But really, I think psychiatry is filled with weirdos (sorry Steph), with the most likely candidate being the guy who was my staff last week. The poor OCD man is also psychotic, thinking it's a good thing to come into work (and his residents too!) at 7:30 am and not leaving the psych ward till about 7 or 8 at night... I would never have imagined actually having to be on Psych service twelve hours a day! That's nutso! Anyways, so the trainees have been busy psycho-analyzing the staff, while learning about psychiatry... I think the poor man derives personal satisfaction from his work alone, to the detriment of every other facet of life... He's an INCREDIBLY great psychiatrist, and even over the four days I was working with him, I could totally see the benefit he imparts to patients, but twelve+ hours a day?!?!?
I think this has taught me that we need to work hard to be excellent, in fact, I think if we don't put in the time, we actually cannot be as excellent as our other colleagues who do work hard. On the other hand, if you put in tons of work, and are an excellent excellent excellent doctor, then who is really the sick one? It makes me wonder...