Upon first arriving here, I was blown away with the affluence of this area. Beautiful sprawling homes sitting on lots of acreage. You know how you can smell out money in a hot climate? If the houses have second stories. They aren't rich if they can't afford to air condition an upstairs level. Well, many houses here certainly have second stories. and third. I was baffled. I am definitely one to enjoy finer things, and I could not fathom why anyone with money would want to live here. Honestly, ere I arrived, the dramatic fussface inside of me thought I would be living in a teepee on a field. Upon further investigation, I learned that the wealth accumulated here is in direct relation to the not so legal career opportunities found across the Rio Grande River. Now it nauseates me. Everything I see here is now infused with the lingering essence of drug trade. Ew. I take an exercise class here three times a week, and you would shudder at the Botox nightmares that come. The mind reels.
You may recall my mentioning that this hospital I work for is doctor owned. In order to have privileges to practice here, physicians must invest a minimum of 250k into the hospital. This policy can result in one of two ways. The first is that the MD's are so invested in their brainchild that they work to make it flourish to meet their med school dreams of saving the world and saving lives. The second, and more likely, is that MD's (who are already prone to power trips) go haywire with entitlement. I'm afraid I have more examples of the latter.
The hospital, itself, is gorgeous. Brand new, gleaming granite countertops, shiny fancy equipment, and large spaces. Further evidence that appearances are deceiving. While I have met many lovely people here that totally rock out like me, they are mostly TNW's, also like me. This place is lacking in joie de vive. Perhaps it's the newness of the establishment or the lack of organization in its beginnings, but people are just not into working there. My theory, is that it's lacking in relations. I have already had a particularly nasty run-in with a physician that I have henceforth dubbed "Dr. Assface". The doctors here are holy cow demanding, and damn childish about it. Obviously, none of them had ever encountered me before. I, by no means, will hesitate to slap a ho (if you will...). You are free to have issues with me. You, however, are not free to throw a hissy fit in the nurses station and expect me to have nothing to say about it. This place has so much potential, but is dropping the ball like a pregnant teenager in high school. I like it here, but I don't love it. Thankfully, I can do anything for a few months and this non committal lifestyle means that I can nurse the crap out of the kids here and run off before I burn out.
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