As set out in my post Study Aid… a regular feature during my commute is the Radiographer. Now, not that this should really have any bearing on the matter, but the Radiographer is a very pretty young lady indeed (possibly why she caught my attention initially!). However, one should not be fooled by the attractive veneer as within minutes of being in her company, I would challenge anyone, even the most tolerant of people, not to be repelled by her!
As previously explained she is a newly qualified radiographer and is somewhat proud of that fact (as she has every right to be given the reported national shortage). For those around her who may be hard of hearing (she seems to raise it in every telephone conversation she has – and she tends to be talking loudly on her mobile phone throughout the duration of her journey) she helpfully wears her staff pass in the most prominent position possible. Whether her hair is up or down, or whether wearing a coat or braving the elements without, she ensures that her staff pass is ever visible to those around. Just to be certain, though without any apparent thought or intention, she regularly gives the staff pass a reassuring pat to check it is still present (akin to someone having a moments thought about the location of their keys or wallet about their person) and fully on display for all to see.
To give her the benefit of the doubt, perhaps she is particularly fastidious about following some protocol set down by her employer which other workers commonly disregard (including the NHS Crew who are presumably employed by the same NHS Trust); or maybe she has a habit of falling asleep on the train and hopes that the staff pass will act as a prompt for those around her to wake her up as she approaches her station stop. Who am I trying to kid?!
The thing that I find most abhorrent is her clear loathing of the trainee radiographers. Having just qualified herself, you would imagine that she would feel some affection toward and affiliation with the eager trainees, offering support, advice and direction to assist them on their way to qualification. Conversely, the Radiographer seemingly prefers the tough love approach and takes great joy in recounting the shortcomings of her colleagues – perhaps not the wisest of things given the ease of identifying her hospital (the catchment hospital for many a passenger on the train). From the content of her tales of widespread ineptitude, I am somewhat relieved that, save in the case of an emergency, any radiography requirements I should have would take place at another hospital entirely!
Clearly the Radiographer must be intelligent given the requirement for either a BSc (Hons) Diagnostic Radiography or a BSc (Hons) Radiotherapy so I can only assume she is aware of the effect she has on others. Maybe she is on to something and I should seek to emulate her overt feelings of self-worth and embrace such narcissistic tendencies as a lifestyle choice for myself. On second thoughts, perhaps not…