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Happy 42nd birthday, Zach Braff!
April 6, 1975

Revenge on a horrible boss that cost me 10K + a lot of self confidence.

(long story. tl;dr at the end)

Here I was, bright eyed and bushy tailed having just graduated college, looking for my first “professional” job. I took the first reasonable offer. It was a 3 month contract to hire position as an analyst.

How they said it would work: 3 months as a contractor no benefits at $15.5 an hour; I live in MD so we have a high cost of living, once the contract period ended I would get full benefits and a raise to $21 per hour. Ill spare you the details on the benefits, but basically an extra $500 per month in value.

The job started off awesome, worked daily with 10 other kids my age. My boss at the time was a hellva human being, the pinnacle of a boss. 1 month into my residency he left for greener pastures, leaving a void in the power structure, the “team lead” got promoted to manager, she was not the pinnacle of bosses or even a nice human being.

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didifeynman  asked:

The first time I read one of your books I was around 12 and it was "Death: The High Cost of Living" and it was the first book I've ever read that talked about AIDS and had LGBTQ+ characters. Today I think that being introduced to such "taboos" as a child had a big influence on me. THANK YOU!

You are very welcome.

For my latest script that I am suping, my first-time director recommended that I watch this film as a reference point for many of the elements in his film. Just finished watching it, and have to admit that I wish that I had found this gem sooner. Beautiful, tender film, carried by it’s simple yet strong story and superb acting. Would highly recommend. Also, strong female team behind it, so, that’s always great to see. My end to an #artsyday.

Watched The High Cost of Living tonight. It was one of those really sad movies with not much to offer in terms of silver linings, but it was well made.   I really like Zach Braff as a serious actor, the way he conveys deep pain without overstating it. It was a hard film to watch, but I liked it.

Henry: You think I’d be willing to spend the rest of my life in jail because of an accident? Don’t give me that much credit, I’m not that big of a man. I came back because of you, I came back because I knew if I didn’t stand in front of you and apologize I wouldn’t ever be able to live with myself. Now I don’t know if that’s conscience or love, but I do know that I’m not going to jail for my conscience. I’m going to jail for you.
Natalie: That’s not what I want. I don’t want that.
Henry: I know, but… it’s the only thing I can give you.
—  A quote from the movie “ The High cost of living”. It is pretty amazing, but it’s really really sad.
rwbywriter22 Masterpost

Since I’ve been on here a while and I’ve written a pretty decent number of fics, I’ve decided to make a masterpost of all of them! I’ll try to update this as much as possible to keep up with new works of mine. Anything with a Coming Soon note means I’m working on it now but it hasn’t been posted yet. Ongoing means some of it is posted, with more parts to come.

Oneshots/Drabbles:

White Rose:

Nightmares

Rainstorm

Snowfall

Reunion / Not Alone

Battle Wound

Jealouschnee

Dog Lovers

The World Will Know

Panic

In The Dark

Sugar, Butter, Flour

Bumbleby:

Proposal

Scars

Her Happiness

Payback

Sick Day

Pyrrhic White Rose:

Aftermath

Hello Again

Renora:

Baking Buds (Coming soon)

Arkos:

Model AU

Nuts & Dolts:

Rebuilt: Memories / Reunion

Blush (Coming soon)

Rosebird:

Cold Winter Morning

Multiship:

Newborn

Multichapters:

Story Time:                                                                                                         Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

All Our Days (Ongoing):

Part 1 / Part 2

Warnings and Choices

The High Cost of Living (Ongoing):                                                                Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7

Musical Theatre Au (Coming Soon)

Thanks for everyone’s support over the past few months! Please let me know if there’s anything I’ve forgotten to add or a better way to format this. (Also some of this stuff is old. So go easy on me)

For Better or Worse

Betty wakes up before Jughead, as she usually does. Today is different, though. Today is Betty’s day off. Being an award-winning journalist has its ups and downs; her schedule is always incredibly busy, leaving her with only one day off each week, but she loves her job. Jughead, on the other hand, spends his days writing new novels in their shared apartment in New York. His first one was a huge success, and paid for the high costs of living in the city.

Pulling out the ingredients for pancakes, Betty turns cooking breakfast into a one-woman production of Abbey Road. Always a sucker for the Beatles, she sings lead vocals, backup vocals, guitar solos, and drum patterns as she whisks the batter together.

Jughead walks in, just as Betty is beginning to make coffee. He walks up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head.

“Smells delicious, babe,” he sighs sleepily into her hair. Jughead never imagined he would end up here, in a high-end apartment in the city with the love of his life making pancakes in the kitchen. Yet here they are, despite everything life threw at the pair. Their love for each other only grew stronger through each hardship they faced.

“I was just about to start the sausages,” Betty giggles. Sleepy Jughead is her favorite Jughead. Well, every Jughead is her favorite, but he gets especially affectionate when he’s tired.

“You are a literal angel,” Jughead replies, clutching his heart for dramatic effect.
Betty turns to put the frozen sausage patties on the pan, but immediately freezes, green eyes widening.

“What’s wrong, Betts?” He asks, suddenly worried.

Betty doesn’t respond. Instead, she bolts for the bathroom, where Jughead hears her vomiting. He follows her immediately, and pulls her hair back from her face as she convulses over the toilet.

“That seriously came out of nowhere,” Betty laughs as she wipes her mouth with the nearest hand towel. “I feel fine now. Oh shit! The pancakes!” She tries to get up and hurry back to the kitchen, but Jughead stops her.

“I’ll finish breakfast. You need to rest. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends all week.”

Betty sits at the dining table, doing quick math inside her head. Her period is a week and a half late. Could she be pregnant? But she’s on the pill. Thinking fast, she looks up the success rates of birth control and finds that about 9% of women on the pill get pregnant every year.

“Hey, Jughead?” She calls out nervously. “I think I just realized something.”

“What’s up, buttercup?”

“I think I might be pregnant. My period is late and I just threw up out of nowhere and I feel fine again. And birth control is only about 91% effective.” Betty is starting to panic, prompting Jughead to intervene.
“Whoa, Betts, slow down. Deep breaths.” They had talked about having children before, but they were always such an abstract concept. Now there is the distinct possibility of their hypothetical family becoming a reality, and Jughead is a little overwhelmed, too. “Do you want me to run down to Walgreens and get a test?”

“Yeah. Yeah we can take it together.” She sounds more certain now, her voice sturdier.

“Just remember, I love you no matter what,” Jughead tells her as he walks through the door.

“This is the longest three minutes of my life,” Betty grumbles as she and Jughead wait for the pregnancy test on the counter to change their lives.

“I guess I’ll just have to distract you, then,” Jughead replies cheekily, pulling her in for a kiss. When they break apart, Betty’s eyes are full of tears.

“Are you sure you’re not going to change your mind if it’s positive?” She sniffles, unable to meet his eyes.

“Betty, darling, look at me.” She does what he says and his face is full of pure, unadultured love. “I love you more than anything. And if the test is positive, I’ll love our little bean just as much.” He’s cut off by the timer on his phone.

“No matter what it says, our lives are about to change forever,” Betty states grimly. “On the count of three. One…. two…. three.”
They look at the stick together and a pink plus stares back at them.

“Oh my god, Betty,” Jughead starts, happy tears forming in his eyes as he picks her up and twirls her around. “A baby, we’re going to have a baby!”

“And there’s the heartbeat!” The ultrasound technician announces happily. No matter how many times it happened, hearing their baby’s heartbeat was the most exciting part of Betty’s pregnancy so far. “Do you want to find out the sex?”

Betty and Jughead pause for a moment. This is the one thing they hadn’t discussed yet.

“I kind of want the surprise,” Betty said hesitantly.

“Whatever you want, darling. You’re the one carrying our baby,” Jughead replied lovingly.
They start thinking of names on the car ride home.

“I kind of like Scout for a girl,” Jughead suggests. “She was such a strong character for a little kid.”

“What about Sodapop for a boy? And before you laugh, what would a Jones kid be without an odd name?”

“I don’t know, Betty. As much as I love The Outsiders, I don’t want our kid to be made fun of. It was hard enough being called Jughead, even though it was a nickname. But it might be a fun middle name. That way we could call him Sodapop but he can choose if he wants to go by his first name when he’s old enough.”

“I like the way you think, Jughead Jones,” Betty giggles. “I really like the name Eleanor for a girl. I always have.”

“We still have plenty of time to decide. In the meantime, I think we have some calls to make,” he says as they pull into their parking spot at their building.

“Oh, god. My mother is going to be unbearable. She already doesn’t approve of us living together, even though we’re 26. She’ll lose her mind over premarital children. Let’s just elope.” The last three words slip out of her mouth unexpectedly.

“Betty Cooper, are you proposing to me?” Jughead asks with a shit eating grin on his face, walking around to her door to open it.

“I suppose I am,” Betty replies, slightly dazed. “Jughead Jones, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” They embrace in a passionate kiss, wanting to relish the moment for as long as possible before facing the wrath of Alice Cooper.

The ceremony is short, taking place in the morning at City Hall. Veronica and Archie are their witnesses. The ring Jughead presents to Betty is one they picked together: a thin silver band with an emerald surrounded by a small opal on each side. Jughead’s is a plain silver band to match.

When the couple arrives back at their apartment, they are greeted with the sight of Alice Cooper sitting at their dining table.

“Mom?” Betty starts hesitantly, not sure if they are about to be congratulated or scolded.

“So you eloped,” Alice states coldly, not meeting her daughter’s eyes.

“Mom it’s not what-”

“No, I know, Elizabeth. It’s your life, and you’re going to do what you want. Do you know how I found out? From Fred Andrews. I find out from my next door neighbor that my daughter is getting married.” There are tears forming in her eyes as her voice cracks.

“Alice, the only people we told were Veronica and Archie because they were our witnesses,” Jughead interjects. “And we only told them a week in advance. We wanted this to be a quiet affair, away from people who would judge us for our current situation,” he continues, resting his hand on Betty’s swollen belly.

“We wanted to tell you in person, but we’ve been too busy to make the trip out to Riverdale,” Betty insists. “Please, we just want you to be happy for us.”

Alice, unable to find words, simply takes a deep breath and nods.

“As long as you two are happy, I have no right to judge,” she admits after a long pause. “I do need to get back home, though. I have an important meeting in the morning. I love you Elizabeth, and you too, Jughead.”
Betty and Jughead look at each other in shock as Alice makes her way through the door and down the hall.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jughead asks his very pregnant wife as he packs an overnight bag for a book signing event upstate.

“It’s only one night, Juggie. We’ll be fine,” Betty repeats for the umpteenth time in the last hour. “I’ll call you if anything happens.”

Betty all but kicks him out the door as he drops one last kiss to her stomach. She waddles into the kitchen for a glass of water, when her water breaks suddenly. She grabs her phone and calls Jughead straight away.

“Betty? Is everything okay?” Jughead sounds panicked when he picks up

“Yeah, everything is fine. My water just broke,” Betty replies flippantly.

“I haven’t even left the building. I’ll be up in 2 minutes. Hang in there, I love you,” he says hurriedly.

Two minutes later, just as promised, Jughead is back in the kitchen, very out of breath.

“You got the bag?” Betty nods, and the two share a grin. “Good. Let’s go have a baby.”

“It’s a girl!” The doctor exclaimed as Betty gave her final push. The labor was long and painful, but it was worth it to bring their daughter into the world.

The doctors quickly busy themselves with cleaning her up, and Jughead gazes lovingly at the goddess before him.

“You did great,” he soothes, stroking Betty’s hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

The doctor hands the tiny pink bundle that is their baby to Betty.

“Welcome to the world, Eleanor Scout Jones,” Betty whispers adoringly to the little bean in her arms, voice breaking slightly. “Mommy and Daddy love you so much.”
Eleanor’s mouth forms a delicate O shape as she lets out a yawn. Betty passes her over to Jughead, who has tears forming in his eyes.

“She’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything more perfect in all my life,” he chokes out, unable to tear his eyes away from the tiny person he helped create.

“She has your lips,” Betty sighs.

“And your nose,” Jughead adds. “Hey, Scout. I’m your daddy. We’re gonna have so much fun driving your mommy insane, yes we are.” Betty let out a soft giggle. Her heart filled with joy watching her small family.
“We’re a family, Juggie. Like officially and everything.” The realization hits her hard, as tears stream down her cheeks.

“We’ve always been a family, Betty,” Jughead answers, excitement and love clouding his features.

“Ever since we were 16, I’ve dreamt of a little girl with wild dark curls and bright green eyes.”

“This is, by far, the happiest day of my life,” Jughead states firmly.

Fic: High Cost of Living (Negan & Reader) One Shot. The

Title: High Cost of Living

Pairing: Negan & Reader

Summary: Negan promised to break you. You’re bent, but you haven’t broken.

Second story in Revenge Series. 1: Here Comes Revenge

Tag List: @negans-network, @thecynicalnerd, @deadlywinters, @attentionseekingprincess, @chaoticevilanddowntofuck, @marvelandgameofthrones@briannaatkins03, @posiemax, @kathyjimenezg1, @lokiswhitevalo, @livybaby115

Originally posted by saintmichaelthearchangel

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You weren’t sure how long you had been locked in ‘the box’, as Simon charmingly referred to it.

Days would go by without any contact from the outside world. You were just left to lay there in the dark, curled in on yourself to try and stay warm. You were left in your pants and tank top, but the fabric was thin and the room cold, especially at night.

If solitary confinement wasn’t enough to drive you crazy, the noise just might. The music was muffled, playing a few doors down from you, but the unmistakable tune of “Easy Street” seemed to play on an endless loop. You felt terrible for whoever was being directly subjected to it.

You heard the lock on your door turn, and you shifted carefully on the floor. Your hip ached from the cement. When it finally opened, you were forced to shield your eyes from the light, too painful to endure after so much time spent in the dark.

A shadow came over you and you squinted up at Simon’s face. He was smiling widely, a paltry excuse for a sandwich in his hand.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve eaten,” he mused, holding it just out of your reach. “I bet you’re hungry…”

Two days at least had passed since they’d bothered to feed you. You were starving, but stubborn enough not to admit it.

You met Simon’s gaze with a challenging glare, and he only laughed at your obstinacy.

“Look kid,” he rolled his eyes, “being a pain in the ass isn’t going to get you out of this mess any faster. So maybe swallow that fucking pride of yours. You want food, you know what to do.” You bowed your head, jaw tight and eyes watering.

“Please,” you bit out, “may I have it?”

“What’s that?” he leaned in, pulling a face. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Please—”

“Please, what?” he snapped.

“Please, sir,” you grunted. “May I eat?”

“Of course you can!” his face broke out into an exaggerated grin. “All you had to do was ask!”

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I’m ba~aaack! Wait what did you say about a fair fight?

Honey I’m home!

Eh well. I’m still suffering from a major jet lag actually. I wake up at 4 in the night, every night. 

Originally posted by goddammit-g-gundam


Sooooo! I spent the last 3 weeks abroad in the United States of America and boy what a nice little culture shock that place always is.

Different people, slightly different customs, insanely high living costs, road rage all day every day, people angry at the government 24/7….

But also, friendly people, beaches, birthday cake ice cream (!?), NYC, Atlantic City, boardwalks and of course the 4th of July (it was a fun birthday indeed).

Anyways, I had a blast and even though my tummy is still angry at me because of the food that is considered regular there, I’m happy to be hitting the dojo tomorrow.


Originally posted by t36mafia



I met a lot of fun new people, and actually two who were both fighters. One was this adorable teddy bear Terrence who had done MMA for 6 years. I could still see it when he chased one of my friends and went for the take down, but his reaction time had gone slow. He even said it himself: ‘yo girl, I ain’t standing a chance against yo’ booty.’

OcO

Like I said, culture shock and different people. Absolutely loved it.

Originally posted by pasteleriasilvestre

But I also met a guy named John. He got excited when he noticed I was a martial artist (everyone was messing around at a party), and told me that he did boxing. He admitted that he just did it because it was a good work out and helped him stay fit. 

But that was after how quickly he realized he would be in biiiiig trouble if he were up against me. 

“Oh no no we don’t do gut shots”

“Wait, what? So, hold on, where am I supposed to hit you?”

“On the head! You know, where I keep my hands like this. Or maybe a low kick, we do those sometimes”

I was… disappointed. What kind of fighter are you if you can’t take anything else than exactly the only attack you’ve been trained to defend yourself against? I didn’t really follow up on it, since he obviously only did it for the sport of it. 

‘Cute, but useless.’ Is what I thought.

That might’ve been narrow minded on my end, but I did realize that without the actual self defense part of Karate, I would’ve been bored a long time ago. Boxing, is a sport to me. You are very restricted in what you can or can’t do. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be able to knock me out, oooh no I bet he could! But in terms of self defense, I think he wouldn’t have stood a chance.

So what about you budoblr? Do you do martial arts because it’s a good workout? 

Originally posted by braintrash83

I freaking loved Bloodsport, crazy movie.

Or do you do it for…

Venezuela’s shield-bearing protesters

Venezuelan protesters blocked streets on Saturday, July 29, in a last-ditch effort to derail the election of a legislative superbody that opponents of President Nicolas Maduro say will give the Socialist leader a stranglehold on power.

The oil-rich but recession-racked country has been gripped by four months of protests against Maduro that have left more than 110 dead in confrontations against security forces, who have responded with tear gas, rubber bullets and water cannons.

Ahead of Sunday’s election, here’s a look at Venezuela’s young protesters, who, drawing inspiration from Ukraine’s 2013-14 revolt, don Viking-like shields in battles with security. (Reuters)

Photography by Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield and a knife poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, May 27, 2017. He said: “I protest because the situation is very tough and we are going hungry. We really need a change.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, June 17, 2017. He said: “I protest for freedom. I fight for freedom of speech.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield that reads “Miraflores on fire,” poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, May 24, 2017. She said: “I’m protesting because Venezuela is beautiful and it’s sad that everyone has to go. I fight because I don’t want to leave Venezuela, I want to grow here.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield and a tennis racket poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, May 27, 2017. He said: “I protest for the future of my country.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, May 27, 2017. He said: “I protest, because I want a better future for me and my family, because it hurts to get up every day and have my mother crying because there is nothing to eat at home. Because I know that if I’ve got to die here, I would die fighting for my country and not because I was shot by someone who wanted to steal my cell phone.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield, poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, May 27, 2017. He said: “I protest for my future, for the future of my country and so I can wake up tomorrow without any fighting or dictatorship”. (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, June 17, 2017. He said: “I protest because before we had it all and now we have nothing. Because today we have to wake up very early to queue to be able to buy food. I live in a slum and we have lots of needs, we are going hungry.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a satellite TV antenna used as a shield poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, May 27, 2017. He said: “I protest for my country… we are the resistance and we are fighting for the world to understand that we live in a dictatorship. I fight for the beautiful Venezuela.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, June 17, 2017. He said: “I protest for a better future for my daughter and for a better Venezuela.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield that reads “A benediction for the students”, poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, May 24, 2017. He said: “I am in the streets resisting because in this country we are living in a dictatorship and we want to have a better future for our children. Because food is not available, there are no jobs, no production of anything, we have high cost of living and insecurity.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield that reads “Promise me you will come back tomorrow. Venezuela”, poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, June 17, 2017. He said: “I protest for a better Venezuela, so that we can study, so that our children have a better future and for the freedom of everybody. Because we live in a dictatorship.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield that reads “Aim to the”, poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, June 17, 2017. He said: “I protest to have a better Venezuela… Because today most of the young people graduate and have no chance of fulfilling their goals in the country. Venezuelans don’t want any more dictatorship or repression, we want freedom.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela May 27, 2017. He said: “I protest because my brother no longer lives here in Venezuela. My father has cancer and I can’t find his medicines… my mother is retired and the money is not even enough for food… we need to change this situation in Venezuela.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield that reads “No. Dictatorship. 350”, poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, June 17, 2017. He said: “I protest for the freedom of the country.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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A demonstrator holding a rudimentary shield poses for a picture before a rally against Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro’s government in Caracas, Venezuela, May 27, 2017. He said: “I protest for freedom. I’m 18 and I’m not to be blamed for this, I never voted for Chavez or Maduro. I want to know that I can study and that I can aspire to something better. This regime has robbed us of everything, robbed us of the quality of life and opportunities, so that we have nothing more to do than be here to defend our rights.” (Photo: Carlos Garcia Rawlins/Reuters)

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Residency Interview Survival Guide (part 1): 10 program questions that demand answers

Interview season is in full swing for the fourth year med students, and it was only but a few months ago that I was in your shoes.

Now that I’ve been on both sides, I want to share some topics I wished I had taken more seriously, and why I think you should, too when you’re creating your rank list. **EDIT: @agreekdoctor made an excellent point: ask these questions of several people, residents and program leadership, to check for any differences.

Originally posted by thyme-and-tomes

1. How many sites do residents train at? Very few programs these days have their residents stay at one hospital for the entirety of their training. Find out how far apart these sites are and what that means for your possible future commute, vehicle of choice, and gas budget.

2. How do meals work? As an intern, you’ll spend most of your year in the hospital. You are going to go home exhausted and make less than minimum wage for the hours your keep (this isn’t a joke, this is financial truth). So find out: is the hospital food edible? Do you get a cafeteria discount? How do interns and residents eat at work and off? Is it a meal plan or is a point system like back in college?

3. How do residents get prepped for the boards? Some programs make it a big priority to hold lectures or “boards prep crash courses” to insure that all their residents pass. Others throw the MKSAP books at you and tell you Godspeed.

4. Do the residents here hang out after work aka what do residents do for fun? This innocuous question (I’ve provided two phrasings) can tell you a LOT. This gives you a hint to some unspoken criteria that residencies might be considering: supportive, cohesive teammates versus isolated gunners, married residents versus single people, etc. This also tells you if people LIKE each other. AND tells you what the hell is there to do on your days off. 

5. What’s the policy on moonlighting? Moonlighting is the term for when a licensed resident works a few shifts for monetary compensation to bolster our meager salaries. Some programs forbid it, others are totally cool. If you know that you need to support a family, have massive student loans, or want to live in a city with a high cost of living, this will invariably become a consideration. You want to be able to have this choice.

6. Is there an education stipend? My program does not have a stipend. We were told “it was in the works.” This is VERY IMPORTANT. Without an education stipend, you will not get reimbursed for some very expensive shit like:

-Step 3 ($830 dollars)

-UWorld Qbank for Step 3 (from $100-300 depending on months)

-Licensure (+$1000)

-DEA license to write for controlled substances (+$1000)

-Expenses to go to required educational conferences (travel expenses, lodging, food, gas, cost to print the poster if you’re presenting)

-medical apps, new equipment, textbooks, study aids ($$$)

7. What electronic resources are made available to residents? This is the most polite way of asking “Do I have to pay out-of-pocket for Uptodate and Epocrates?” the top two websites and apps we use. Subscriptions to both cost money.

8. What things are provided free of charge by the program? Ask because that which is provided free at one program does not necessarily hold true at another. Extra tip: see if there’s money given to you for moving, because moving can be costly.

9. Have there been or will there be changes to program leadership? I used to think this was the stupidest question. And I now retract that opinion. This does matter to the continuity and management of the program. A bumpy, drama-filled transition in leadership leads to bad feelings that trickles down to the way attendings and other leaders of the program treat residents. The peds program at my hospital had really big changes in leadership and it’s resulted in really disorganized preparation for interview season, which has been incredibly painful for the applicants and the residents.

10. Do the senior residents who will be graduating feel ready to go into the world as practicing physicians? If all of them are terrified or apprehensive, YOU will certainly not be ready for the real world by the time you are in their shoes.

NEXT UP: WHAT SHOULD BE IN YOUR SUITCASE AND BAG ON INTERVIEW DAY