i don't want to be famous 

just wealthy will do nicely, thankyou.

i started work four weeks ago and i'm already well on my way to the land of the disgruntle. i have little patience for stupidity, chaos, and bureaucratic bullshit. oh and lack of common courtesy. i often wonder what kinda drugs i was on to get tangled up in the healthcare industry. when it is nothing more than a festering puss pocket of all the things that make that vein in my head bulge which initiates sequence "duck and cover" AKA the spinning of the head and the spewing forth of venom and bile.

i can't say that this particular hospital sucks more than all the other hospital's i've worked at. it just sucks differently and i don't mean the good kind of different. hell, it sucks worse than most. spades are spades, right?

of course you'd never know it until you got to the critical point. that being the point after you've walked through the beautifully decorated entrances complete with tiled water features built into the walls and signed away all but your third born child at the registration desk. in fact, you might make it in and out and not realize how close to miserable you really were. it's not impossible. really it's not. truly. ok...i'm not sure i really believe that. i've worked with too many numbnuts to be convinced that one could actually stay more than 30 minutes in this hospital before they were ravaged by the imbeciles. personally i can't make it more than 10 before they're nipping at my heels. by 30 i'm usually humming my way into my happy space. by the end of my shift, i'm numb. and every night as i walk past that oh so pretty to look at built in water feature i think how that money would have been better spent on hiring competent staff. but that's just crazy talk y'know.  ¶ 10:31 PM 0 comments |