I would find joy too if it weren't the case that the same clueless professionals act as gatekeepers. It becomes less comical when you find yourself needing to

I would find joy too if it weren't the case that the same clueless professionals act as gatekeepers. It becomes less comical when you find yourself needing to convey to a buffoon who thinks they're the beez kneez that they're full of shit and should be looking stuff up instead of guessing. Speaking as a former doctor who's had way too many encounters of the sort, both before and since leaving medicine.