There are the orthopedic surgeons. They are the football team.
Neurosurgeons are the guys who were in chess club and maybe the shortwave radio club. They're the kind of guys who built their own Moog Synthesizers in their parent's garage.
Drug representatives are the cheerleaders.
Physical Therapists are the cross country runners.
Trauma doctors are the kids that are both extremely cool and extremely smart, and a little edgy. The kind you don't take up on an offer of a ride home unless Debbie is coming, too. The kind that you would not be totally shocked to find out that they secretly smoked.
The case managers are the kids in band and choir, flag corps and at least two service clubs, who not only knew how to dress, but said "hi" to everybody and would not refuse to come to your party even if maybe they didn't want to privately. But they would
come and they would at least act like they were having fun and that, when you showed them your room, thought it was cute not dorky that the big, pretty doll you had sitting on your bed still had a tag on it that said, "To: Liz. From: Santa."
Debate Team? Definitely the ICU nurses. Smart, self-confident, well-read, kind of sarcastic and smart mouthed. Cool enough by their own standards that they did not care about anybody else's standards.
How about the nutritionists? Definitely the Home Ec. crowd. But not the ones who were taking the mandatory one semester of home ec. from Mrs. Tross, former Marine Corps officer. Seriously. No joke. Not those kids who spent the whole semester making a dashiki (it was the 70's!) which was destined to fall apart the very first time it was washed. No. The nutritionists would be the ones who took the upper level courses and knew how to make their own winter coats and smoke hams and set a table for high tea. Hardcore home economics stuff.
I could go on, but surely you see my point. I am sure that it is not just hospitals. You can probably see the same thing in just about any workplace..."