Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I love my job

I don't know if you know this (I guess SOME OF YOU don't read my words of wisdom every whenever I write)....but I work at a Big Fancy Hospital. <--Name has been changed to protect the "not-so-innocent" aka ME. But, I'm sure you can guess. I live in Southern California, there really aren't but 2 hospitals to the stars. And I work at the other one. LOL.


Anyhoo. I love my job. Really, I do. I love it because they pay pretty well. There is, of course: 1. I'm too lazy to work hard for anything resembling minimum wage OR manual labor. 2. They pay well, so you don't WANT to go anywhere else 3. They NEED to pay well so you're not tempted violate patient confidentiality. (Although, face it. Some people will always go for the easy buck..And if they get caught, they get fired. For me, not worth it) and also..4. How else am I going to afford my ridiculously expensive shoes?


There's also that here at BFH they are pretty laid back. I'm sure not ALL departments are like mine, but who cares? We're talking about me here, people. After all, I have ditched work to go to a concert at 6AM...I've stayed up all night AND THEN came to work (and they were kind enough to ignore me when my eyes glazed over), they've even let me change my work schedule so that I can go to school part-time. Yep, BFH is pretty cool.


We even get hook ups...Need to see a Cardiologist? When you've been here as long as I have, you're bound to know somebody who knows somebody. (Actually, if you need one I know several. Super nice. You can tell them that I sent you). Got a Doctor's appointment? For employees they waive co-pays. And usually, I have a stack of free parking passes that I can give to friends/family if they ever have to come here.


And, of course... I get to brag. Oooh, I work at Big Fancy Hospital. There is that whole patient thing. But hey, that star I met in the elevator. Not my patient. So, my co-workers and I play I spy, since you never know when BIG BROTHER is watching. I spied with my eagle eye

He was walking across the bridge. He was hard to miss...and he was GORGEOUS! But the thing I love best about working at the BFH? Right now, I have a ginormous headache. I thought I had some tylenol or something here at my desk. But I don't. What am I going to do? I'm going to walk down the hall to the pharmacy department show them my badge and ask for some motrin. And they? Are going to give it to me.


Damn I love my job.

7 comments:

anita ovolina said...

Loved your post! And I also love your job!
Cheers,
Anita

Kori said...

Dang. I would love to have your job. If I have a headache here it's all like, huh?

Lump said...

I probably would get fired...because I'd be snapping photos with my phone at all the celebrities.

kaila said...

Oooh, how hard it would be to keep quiet!
Hope that motrin kicks in fast for you!

Queenie Jeannie said...

You so crack me up!!!

I hope your freebie Motrin kicks in and you lose your headache fast!

Aimeepalooza said...

That's awesome. When I get a headache I go right up to the bar and ask for a shot...plus not a whole lot of famous people...mostly ex-sports stars that I do not care much about.

Karen said...

I'd be fired because I'd be blogging my butt off about all the "patients" and trying to sneak pictures of them too.
But free motrin at my request would surely bankrupt BFH!