They could charge $60k per year and it would fill.
I point the finger of blame at the ACGME.
But I'm also willing to bet that just like ACEP, that the CMGs have infiltrated the ACGME.
This is just spectulation, but I wouldn't be surprised at all if it fleshed out.
I remember my first job...
*FLASHBACK*
I met the other four guys that were the full-timers.
One was the medical director. We'll call him Joe McJersey.
One was an old, vasculopathic, curmudgeon. We'll call him Brian McButtery
One was a dude in his mid 40s who was hip to the CMG game. We'll call him Manny McMutey (because he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.)
One was a fresh grad from Baltimore. We'll call him Black Steve, because he liked to be called Black Steve. He had a great sense of humor.
In less than two years...
Manny McMutey left because he couldn't stand the CMG nonsense anymore and had a better gig. We're still good buddies.
Black Steve and his wife had a baby, and went to live and work back in Baltimore back with the family. I miss him. Last I heard, he had triplets with their next pregnancy. No joke. I miss him.
Brian McButtery "retired" and took a C-suite job at the same hospital in an ultimate example of crony-ism.
Joe McJersey was exposed as the corporate lapdog that he was, and left to go do locums work.
And then, there was me.
I remember getting 2-3 calls a week from Dick McDickerson, the regional vice-dicker-around-er for the dickstrict.
Note that Dick McDickerson is NOT a physician.
"Hey, buddy! You're going to be the flag-carrier for the NEW ERA of docs for this hospital!"
Nah. I'm out.
Manny and I are still buddies. We talk about every month.
I still miss Black Steve.
I don't miss Joe McJersey. Neither does anyone else.
But you know what?
Brian McButtery.
I still have all his emails... from when he was the loudest voice in the room crying out against the CMG and all their underhanded nonsense and their impossible metrics and their expectations that were otherworldly and couldn't be met.
Then... Brian McButtery found himself a cushy corporate job.
He became a DINO... Doctor In Name Only.
His tune changed instantly.
"WELL, these people are our PARTNERS, and we need to COLLABORATE and CORPORATE DOUBLESPEAK and EURASIA has ALWAYS been at war with EASTASIA. Now, let me rub this stick of butter all over my manboobs and lick my fingers when it melts. Oops! the butter is running down my CABG scar towards my belly button, so I'll have to suck it out with a long straw."
I want to print out all of his emails and hand them to him as a Christmas present, with a card that says something like: "Hey, Judas! Remember THIS? Good times. Merry Cholesterol!"
Last I had heard, he "retired" from his C-suite gig... to take a job as a "consultant", which means that he doesn't have to come to work anymore - but still takes money from the work that the grunt docs make.
I imagine he douses 100 dollar bills in A1 Steak Sauce and rubs them on his jowls in his "spare time", which is... all day.
DINO.
Its time for the DINOs to die.
There is no role for the DINO in modern American healthcare.
If you want to trade scrubs for suits, then be sure to spend some time back in scrubs.
If not... expect no quarter.