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Fox you are on Mt Rushmore of this forum.
Probably made the same mistake that I made.
/b/
Be me.
2012. Get outta residency. Finally.
330K+ of debt.
Saved nothing during residency, because life is short and complicated and residency salaries were laughable. 33k. 34k. 35k = Lolz.
Look for jobs.
Find a job that I think I like.
Its low acuity, because I'm sick of the level-1 trauma drama and paperwork that I had to tolerate during residency. Wasn't fun then, shouldn't be fun now. Losers.
Pays 175 an hour. EmCare doesn't seem so bad. After all, its an employed position, and they'll give me and wife-to-be health insurance. Insurance companies otherwise say that we're both "uninsurable" with my ulcerative colitis and my wifey's depression/anxiety. Seriously; that's where these evil insurers are at. ACA isn't a thing yet.
Big signing bonus.
Big signing bonus.
I need that signing bonus to have some small nest egg in case things go bad, because things have gone bad before.
Pack up girlfriend and cats and everything we can fit into two cars and drive from Ohio to Florida.
If it didn't fit, it didn't come.
Abandon furniture.
Sleep on floor of apartment for a few days, shop for mattress.
Start working.
Work seems easy. Pay seems fair. After all, I often slept from 6-8am or sat and sipped coffee.
First paycheck comes. Wifey was out when the check cleared.
Wifey comes home and finds me sitting in boxers on floor with sunglasses on and cigar in mouth. Looks at me confused.
I throw 5K in assorted bills (not the signing bonus, mind you; just an amount that I felt "safe" carrying out of the bank) in cash into the air.
Now I can afford furniture.
Job is job.
Jobbing.
Jobbers.
Job starts to suck.
EmCare does what EmCare does.
I learn the hard way.