Sisyphus - you know, the guy who was punished for tricking the gods was punished by being forced to push a rock up a hill only to have it roll down and have to push it up again. Ad infinitum.
reminds me of a story I heard about the golden gate bridge - I heard they paint it from one end to the other and then turn around and do it all over again. Supposedly takes a year...
The job of doctoring (and probably many jobs but we'll stick with the one I know something about) can feel sisyphean. Behind each patient and each surgery is another one waiting. And even when the day ends, you go back the next day and do it all again.
I often find comfort in the repetition. But even in the moments when you're sure you'll go blind with boredom, something spectacular happens. Sometimes spectacularly bad and sometimes spectacularly good. Either way, it never ceases to put the job in its humbling, awesome place.
