Apparently, not so much. So I don't have to go to Ghetto General.
And given the reputation of where I'm going, the amusing anecdote factor afterwards should be off the charts, whether it's true or not. Anyone can work. But to really relish the experience, you have to commit to the comedy.
Scariest part: working in the daytime.
When all the clipboard commandos, labcoat leaders, and Good Idea Fairies are out in droves. And at the end of the month, when all the homeless dopers (that would be 99.9999% of them, who give all the rest of the homeless a bad name) are out of drugs, money, and ideas, so they come to the ER to try and score until their EBT cards recharge. Ye suffering cats, what a horrid turn of events...
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Good luck with the new gig. Hope it goes well for you.
When one commits to the Life of a Gypsy.....
Though, some of my BEST experiences were involving Travelling Nurses. Their relationship to "Local Mores" and "WE don't DO IT THAT WAY HEAH!!" has ALWAYS been refreshing to THIS medic.
Don't worry, be happy. Pretty soon your commie overlords are going to declare "free healthcare for all" and you will be insured a J O B! For life. Unfortunately, the commie masters are also instituting the "fight for $15" so that $15 an hour will be the standard wage throughout the socialist utopia and any monies earned over that $15 an hour will go straight to the government to "pay" for all the freebies. And since Venezuela has shown when you buy something for $10 and have to sell if for $1, pretty soon you won't have anything to sell. So the ER will be empty of everything but patients. Fun times ahead.
Back inna day, when Da Suite f'd up and put me in charge of our little city ED, I had renta nurses floating in and out. Entertaining. Our regular staff had established our ED as, in the unanimous opinion of Da City EMS, "The Most Heavily Armed ER In Da City!"
We were humble, but proud.
The renta nurses, not so clueful.
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