scrubs

i thought this was it. i had managed to avoid total and utter embarrassment so far in my interviews. i knew i had probably spoke too soon in my last week of it. i could see it happening. for the OR tour they gave us disposable scrubs. not like the used worn pen-written that it looks like a high school bathroom wall. this was disposable, im one big paper towel, hopefully opaque scrubs. and they only came in a size large. which for those of you non scrub wearing people, you can fit about 3 of me in a size large. while good for the self-esteem size wise, its bad in so many other ways. not only could i not get the tie tight enough so it was anywhere close to my waist, it was also about 3 feet too long, and so wide that it covered my feet completely. which meant gravity was pulling downward with no hips to keep it up, the weight of the way too much fabric was pulling down too, and it would get caught on my heels which were covered up by booties, but still sharp enough to give a good tug down with each step. i was doomed. so i walked through the OR, pulling my huge oversized scrub shirt up so i can find the fabric at my waist and held on for dear life. i needed a wing girl because i felt stupid asking the guys to check and see if my pants had fallen down. i wouldnt even know if they had since enough of it was on the ground, including the crotch.
of course, then as soon as i got to a room where i was supposed to chat with the resident, we got kicked out by the surgeon. for not being sterile enough with the disposable scrubs that had probably been dragging diseases on the floor. while a bad impression for the school, i was thankful to run out asap and put those scrubs where they belonged: in the trash.