We’d be stuffed without them as extra hands but equally they are frustrating to train as their knowledge is pretty low and it’s really learning in the job with a steep curve.
Let's ignore how offensive this remark is and focus on the substance (or lack thereof). Presumably you're an end-of-career or retired consultant or GP. How much has medical science advanced in your career? Back when the BNF could have been copied out on a few sheets of A4? When cheese and onion covered everything a houseman needed to know and was what, 150 pages? When the treatment for an MI was an aspirin, a cup of tea, and crossing your fingers?
You've presumably specialised in something, and had a career learning it and keeping up to date with the developments in it. But your juniors are feckless because they don't know your specialty in the depth you do because they've spent five years learning yours and everyone else's, and then carry on rotating through various jobs. Seems a bit odd and entirely devoid of insight to me.
Yes, they pull (or should pull, but they are trying to dodge this) enormous hours but this is their only learning opportunity essentially.
Sorry, when have junior doctors tried to dodge the working hours? The new deal (which was negotiated when I was about five years old, I believe) was to bring the profession into compliance with the European working time directive and many of us are expected to opt out regardless. My work schedule states my rostered hourly average is 48 hours. I frequently work 72 hour weeks, and I never leave on time.
I'm sick and tired of old-school GPs bleating on about how bad they had it with their hundred hour weeks as the houseman and we're all so soft, while conveniently forgetting to mention that when they were on-call they were expected to sleep in their rooms and be woken up only by the sister infrequently. Medical science has advanced, the population is older and sicker - and the intensity for juniors has too. Management have decided the nurses can't use their professional initiative any more and must bleep us for everything so we now spend our lives on-call running around desperately trying to firefight.
And if the ward is our only learning, why am I saving for thousands of pounds in fees to start taking the MRCP next year?
Back in the day 6-7 Juniors would have piled into a 3 bed rental on the basis they would only need a bed once every few days for a few hours and would never be ‘at home’, and if so most others would be out so ‘musical beds’.
If this was ever true (giving strong Monty Python's Four Yorkshiremen vibes), it would be a breach of every tenancy agreement now and the landlord would probably be breaking the law around HMOs. And there's one key thing you've forgotten to mention - your generation had free (as a house officer) or subsidised hospital accomodation on-site and free meals provided 24/7. I can't even buy a £5 sandwich out of hours now. You could buy a house as you finished as an SHO - good like finding an SHO who can do that now without help from their parents.
So what was the house you rented with it's 'musical beds' for? A break away from the hospital? But we don't deserve that, according to you.
Now Juniors blather on about having to rent a north facing flat for one as essential to ‘decompress’
Yes, we need to decompress from work. You might have missed it but much of the last three years have been rather focused on something called COVID, and the system is collapsing around us because of underfunding and a demographic bomb as the boomers are becoming increasingly frail and unwell.
You can harken back to the 'good old days' all you like. Some of our consultants bought coffee to the picket line, and they really didn't enjoy being on-call on Monday night as much as they thought you would. What else in our profession's "fine" history would you like to bring back - lobotomies for troublesome housewives? Blood-letting?
Don't worry, we're all back at work tomorrow so you can get back to screaming at your talentless, procedurally weak post-nights FY1 on the post-take ward round for not ordering the serum rhubarb when they clerked the twelfth patient of their fourth night shift in.