A long time ago, in a medical office building far, far, away...
As my regular readers know, before I went solo I worked for a large group called Humungous Neurology, Incorporated (HNI).
I left them for a lot of reasons, one of which (as is usually the case) was money. I won't go into too many details, but when I left my "contract-guaranteed" salary had been slashed by roughly 75% (to less than I'd made as a resident) because the money was needed for "the research budget."
By coincidence, my last day working for HNI happened to fall on Halloween.
So that day I came to the office (with a full schedule of patients) wearing an old pair of pants that I'd used to paint the house, a shirt with holes in it, a sock on only 1 foot, a pair of badly mismatched rundown shoes, and, for the pièce de résistance, this horribly hideous 70's era tie that I found while cleaning stuff at my grandparents' house.
When people asked me what my costume was, I told them I was an HNI neurologist, who couldn't afford decent clothes.
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