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zakur said:
I don't know if there was ever a study for this, but I have full agreement with all those I have asked that work output for employees is greatest when their boss isn't around (like on vacation) to bother them.
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CFLarsen said:
I imagine this is journalistic shorthand. For "IQ", read "scores on standardized tests."
Hellbound
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Steven Howard said:
I would beg to differ.
IQ is not a static number, and can vary by as much as ten points from test to test, even under ideal conditions.
Add to that the fact that no two IQ tests are identical, and you get all sorts of variables that make the IQ rating, at best, a ballpark figure...not a hard measurement.
Quite frankly, an IQ test is just another form of standardized test.
In any case, imagine taking an IQ test after a drinking binge, or after being awake the entire night, or while you are having to reply to emails. Of course it will lower your score. I really don't see what the issue is here.
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Huntsman said:
Yes, absolutely. That's pretty much what I meant, even though it's not exactly what I said.
Not if I have created the PowerPoint presentation - I make that program dance like a cat on a griddle.uruk said:
Quick note: Anyone who uses 'Spiral in' animation deserves whatever special place Satan reserves for them in Hell.
Re: Re: E-mails 'hurt IQ more than pot'?
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I always hate to work around the boss I am trying to impress. What happens is your mind starts thinking more about what the observer is thinking than you yourself thinking about what you should be thinking about.
The last time me and the boss teamed up on something, we got quick about it. The removal of a stove. Grease got on a newly laid carpet. I got out some mineral spirits to blot up the grease. I quickly went down the basement to get something. When I came back up, the boss was stomping laterally on a towel on the mineral spirits trying to hasten up the blotting process. He bunched up the glued down carpet irreprabley (sp.), due to his lack of knowledge that the thinner could melt the adhesive. *I* felt guilty because *I* am the one who put down the solvent which obviously loosened the glue. But if he wasn't in such a hurry and waited for me to come back up the stairs first, this would have never happened.
Similarly, I've seen two carpenters teaming up on some difficult project and the one fast worker would make the other not so fast worker work faster and before you knew it, they were botching stuff...having accidents. Just because there is this male macho thing often caused by one guy trying to show up the next guy, and out hussle him...and then the accidents happen.
Just thinking said:
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I always hate to work around the boss I am trying to impress. What happens is your mind starts thinking more about what the observer is thinking than you yourself thinking about what you should be thinking about.
The last time me and the boss teamed up on something, we got quick about it. The removal of a stove. Grease got on a newly laid carpet. I got out some mineral spirits to blot up the grease. I quickly went down the basement to get something. When I came back up, the boss was stomping laterally on a towel on the mineral spirits trying to hasten up the blotting process. He bunched up the glued down carpet irreprabley (sp.), due to his lack of knowledge that the thinner could melt the adhesive. *I* felt guilty because *I* am the one who put down the solvent which obviously loosened the glue. But if he wasn't in such a hurry and waited for me to come back up the stairs first, this would have never happened.
Similarly, I've seen two carpenters teaming up on some difficult project and the one fast worker would make the other not so fast worker work faster and before you knew it, they were botching stuff...having accidents. Just because there is this male macho thing often caused by one guy trying to show up the next guy, and out hussle him...and then the accidents happen.
Slightly off-topic...
During a clinical rotation I was on, I was at the tail-end of a 24-hour call. It was about 5:45 AM, and I had been up, without sleep, since about the same time the previous day. It was a weekend call and the service I was on really relied on medical students to do a large portion of the work.
Well, we had an automated note generation system. The way it works is that the notes on the patients are typed into the computer, and then they are printed out, sorted, signed, and then put in the chart. On this particular morning, I had been tasked to sort the notes so that, as we rounded, we could just insert them into the patients' charts.
Mind you, it had been a particular taxing day the previous day. There were about 70 patients on our service, and this was being covered by two residents and three medical students, me being one of them.
Anyway, I sat there with this stack of notes and started trying to sort them, normally a relatively easy task. I could not, for the life of me, get the damn things in order! I was going through them over and over again and just getting more and more baffled as to why, after I pulled one out of the back to put it in the correct order, it was still not in the right place. Finally, I just had to set it down and go do something else.
Shortly thereafter, one of the residents that were coming in to relieve our team asked me to look up a lab. I sat at the computer, typed in my username, and then - when it came time to enter the password - just drew a complete blank. I tried to recall my password, but just kept coming up with nothing. I entered something that I thought was close, but no dice. Finally, I had to ask one of the nurses to log in for me because I just couldn't remember my password. It was really scary. At that point, I think you should just relieve yourself and go home to sleep. But, unfortunately, the system is not set-up like that.
At least now there is a federal law that caps work-hours to 80/week for residents. During that rotation, I was pulling about 95-100 hours/week. That law doesn't apply to students.
-TT
During a clinical rotation I was on, I was at the tail-end of a 24-hour call. It was about 5:45 AM, and I had been up, without sleep, since about the same time the previous day. It was a weekend call and the service I was on really relied on medical students to do a large portion of the work.
Well, we had an automated note generation system. The way it works is that the notes on the patients are typed into the computer, and then they are printed out, sorted, signed, and then put in the chart. On this particular morning, I had been tasked to sort the notes so that, as we rounded, we could just insert them into the patients' charts.
Mind you, it had been a particular taxing day the previous day. There were about 70 patients on our service, and this was being covered by two residents and three medical students, me being one of them.
Anyway, I sat there with this stack of notes and started trying to sort them, normally a relatively easy task. I could not, for the life of me, get the damn things in order! I was going through them over and over again and just getting more and more baffled as to why, after I pulled one out of the back to put it in the correct order, it was still not in the right place. Finally, I just had to set it down and go do something else.
Shortly thereafter, one of the residents that were coming in to relieve our team asked me to look up a lab. I sat at the computer, typed in my username, and then - when it came time to enter the password - just drew a complete blank. I tried to recall my password, but just kept coming up with nothing. I entered something that I thought was close, but no dice. Finally, I had to ask one of the nurses to log in for me because I just couldn't remember my password. It was really scary. At that point, I think you should just relieve yourself and go home to sleep. But, unfortunately, the system is not set-up like that.
At least now there is a federal law that caps work-hours to 80/week for residents. During that rotation, I was pulling about 95-100 hours/week. That law doesn't apply to students. -TT
Donks said:
Well, thankfully (as of tomorrow) I'm officially done with the possibility of having to continue to suffer from that loophole.
But, I think that it has to do with two things: (1) we're not really covered under the federal legislation rules because we aren't paid. The "teeth" to the new law is that programs that aren't willing to comply risk losing accreditation, and hence funding. (2) We, as students, don't really have any real patient management responsibilities. For example, I may be "following" patients, but I don't write orders, I don't do any procedures (or anything else) unsupervised. Theoretically, anything I 'see' and 'do' should, as a student, should have already been 'seen' and 'done' by a resident. And, whenever we do anything other than listen to a chest or look in a throat, it's always done with 100% supervision (e.g., learning how to stitch, injecting medications, etc.). It's definitely not like it is on those silly TV shows like ER. So, the possibility of us actually "killing" someone is quite low. And, as you could see from my anecdote, I was just doing clerical work anyway (a.k.a. in the biz as "scut").
Now, during your intern year, on the other hand... let's just say that no one should plan on getting sick or scheduling any elective surgeries until at least late September. On that, I'm not joking.
-TT
Well, it's past midnight around here so... Congratulations!ThirdTwin said:Well, thankfully (as of tomorrow) I'm officially done with the possibility of having to continue to suffer from that loophole.
So, should I get my info from Scrubs or Grey's Anatomy?
Thanks for the info, I'll keep that in mind.
