I’m worried about you.
And it’s not just me that’s concerned.
Recently, I had a conversation with a dentist friend that expressed shock
about how much alcohol our colleagues consume at conferences. She said,
“I’m worried that some of these people have a real problem with alcohol.”
She recounted a recent symposium she’d attended. “The sales reps were
trashed, and a lot of the dentists were acting like it was a frat party. Gross.
Embarrassing.”
Apologies the next day, the dread of not remembering exactly what was said. Lost phones, hangovers, lies to spouses, and BS justifications of expense reports…
“Do these sound like the hallmarks of a successful, impactful medical conference??”
Sometimes the level of debauchery at these conferences makes it feel like I’m in Vegas even if we’re actually in St. Paul or St. Louis. Strip away the roulette wheel and watch colleagues construct regrets in real time – perpetually fueled by alcohol. But unlike Vegas, what happens there goes home with you. It goes back to the office with you. It travels along with you to the next meeting.
king down on you. During my drinking heydays, alcohol fueled most of my misdeeds. Crashed cars and failed marriages, misappropriated funds and weighted vests of shame. I’ve been there, done that, and today I share this dentist’s concern.Stay informed about Jason’s books, media, & adventures