Feelin' kinda like a weight has been lifted

So I am on call again...
It has been a tough few days. I have had to write a few emails to let people know to stop walking all over me, to remember that I too exist as a fellow to be used, to assert my rights...

Medicine is still a man's world. No where is that better exemplified than my co-fellow who is a guy. A very nice guy mind you but one that does not feel the need to go home to his twin sons that are just about a year and half or his 2 other children who are in grade school. I saw his sleeping bag and toothbrush in his office the other day and that really set me off. I do not have the choice to sleep in my office voluntarily. Not that I want to or that my cubicle really has the floor space for me to sleep on the floor. I don't even have a door which leads me to my next bitchy thing which is I don't have an office. We are not even talking about a shared office. We are talking about a secretarial pool in a line of back-to-back cubicles where I can hear one filing their nails, whose children are sick or being grounded, doing well in school or sports or the office gossip. The worst is that even if one tries to close the door, I can still here yelling from behind the door. I have asked for some office space since I came over a year and a half ago but after 3 different desks and now a definitely no dice on a job opportunities ...

Enough of this, where's Mungo???