Good lord, I feel bad working at the hospital this whole week. It just sucks. If I could tell my childhood self not to go work in the healthcare industry I would. The vast majority of people generally suck; therefore working at a hospital must suck even more. Whatever happened to being a kid? Whatever happened to having fun? Jobs were created and soon sucked the life out of everyone who ever attempted to work. I don't mean to be nasty or negative, but this is pretty much how honest and truthful I can be. I've learned that I have a low tolerance for other people. Some people I get along with or don't mind being with. On some days, things get really nasty and all hell breaks loose. People skills are very hard to come by. "Kill them with kindness" is probably my best bet to facing anyone who's difficult. There's just so many different cases where people become enraged, hostile, violent, upset, grumpy, or just plain crazy. That's why they come in where I work, because they're there for answers. A successful business operates on the grounds that it helps a customer solve a problem either it being something simple as hunger, medicine, and/or entertainment. Growing up has all been a big lie to me. I want to go back being a kid again. I don't want to have to deal with people, patients, women, girls, or any other forms craziness. No, grownup people are not fun. They yell a lot, blame things on others, and have all these kids they can't take care of. I don't want that to be me.
As a kid, I had fun with Nintendo. Now, the only memories I have are locked up and stored behind a solid, plastic case. Life use to be fun. Life use to be worth something. Life was once full of potential and new ideas. Now that I work at the hospital, all I see is the darkness. I've been interning and schooling for one full year and what do I have to show for it? Nothing, I have nothing to show for it. Sure, I know how to better take care of others but at what cost? I was never paid once. I've worked at a grocery store next to a mentally challenged man who did nothing but bag groceries who probably makes more money. Forget about med school. I don't care about how much potential money I could be making working long hours at a hospital; I would probably rather be dead than have to deal with those sick people.