I want to tell a story, that you probably don't care about. My dad used to work on Saturdays regularly as a kid, and overtime during the week. I saw my mom mostly, but she worked as well. Do you know what I thought of him as when I was little? The guy with glasses who lives with us. Yes, earning money is very important.
When earning money is all you're good at, then earning money is what you must revere to justify your life.
The reward for you choices, luck, and hard work should be income, not life. I'm more like you than hoojacks by the way. I also have a small penis.
Obviously, in this forum, I'm loved and admired. And in general, investment bankers and venture capitalists are put on a pedestal by the American people.
I want to tell a story, that you probably don't care about. That guy with glasses that lived with you, that used to work on Saturdays and overtime during the week, put a roof over your head in the best school district in the state, clothes on your back and food on your table. Yes, earning money is very important. You should honor the sacrifice your parents made for you to have a better life.
$30K is roughly 2x minimum wage, and well over the poverty line. The system isn't just discriminating against those with pre-existing conditions, it's discriminating against people based on income, and reasonable income at that. 30 years ago, it cost me $2800 to pay the doctor, hospital, birthing suite, nurses, etc., when we had our first. It was roughly 1/10 of my year's salary. Today, that same procedure would cost 10x that and a year's salary. The "let them eat cake, I got mine, go fuck yourself" attitude doesn't address the problem. The doctors 30 years ago were plenty rich, they don't need to be 10x as rich at the cost of denying (through pricing) people from getting care.
Maxie..very nice Hoo,sorry your heart is following a field that has little reward..I have a niece that graduated with bs in psychology..only to find that she will have to further educate herself to obtain worth while employment, my other niece who lives with me is in the engeneering school at OS, has already been published three times and has employers already courting her..they both made their choices..
This is (partly) the issue for me. For a number of reasons (some kind of complicated) there's an awful lot cost involved with our healthcare system compared to the amount of return you get on your investment. Certainly many doctors are doing very well for themselves and a career in healthcare as a nurse or technologist can pay you a pretty healthy wage, but that's just a portion of the cost. Malpractice insurance rates are sky-high, there are multiple layers of bureaucracy and administration that tack on additional costs and there's no shortage of insurance companies, pharmaceutical firms and medical equipment manufacturers making a killing in this industry either. The end result is that eventually all of those costs get reflected in your bill and a ton of that cost is mostly to prop up non-essential middlemen and profiteers. Obamacare looks like a fiasco, but not because of its stated goals of granting access to healthcare for the uninsured, but because it did nothing to address the structural weaknesses in the healthcare system and instead just adds another layer of administrative bloat that will end up doing nothing to curb runaway consumer costs.
It was your choice to enter that profession. If you did not want to be vilified perhaps you should studied something that's more socially respected or live with the consequence of your actions.
Part of me wishes that I had the balls to do that when I was younger, instead of now looking at re-inventing myself because of how much I loathe the corporate world and, even worse, its culture. I am not a corporate worker now, per se, but I still depend on corporate America for my livelihood. The good news is that I can pick and choose my projects. The bad news is that it's now like choosing between rotten meat or spoiled milk. Guzzle it down and hope it doesn't make you sick. I'm considering taking a large pay cut to work for a non-profit that helps people in need. Not as a volunteer, but to help manage the program structurally and have my boots on the ground level. I think my wife has almost bought-in on the idea.
Um, what? I'd argue that the poor are celebrated, but largely ignored, while the rich are criticized, yet not hated. At least that seems to be the case with our current administration. The 'poor' community is nothing more than a vote mechanism for the Democratic elite, and I'm finally going to do something to try and help them out, instead of just paying lip service.
Right on. The flip side is when you've had enough of the bullshit, and realize that literally hating your job isn't worth the perks it provides.
Ooh ooh ooh I have my own story no one will care about. My mom and dad ran away together when they were 18. They lived in tents, cars, and shacks they built themselves out in the mountains of Southern Oregon. After working hard labor and building enough of a life to go to college, they both enrolled at Southern Oregon University. My dad was studying music and my mom was studying fine art. Then they got pregnant with my sister. My dad immediately switched to math and computer science, after being three years into a music degree. He graduated with honors. He got a job programming for the county. He eventually got hired at Nike as an IT architect and we moved to Beaverton where we joined the middle class. He's worked at Nike ever since. He worked long hours. He sacrificed his dreams so that we could live in a split level home and shop at New Seasons and go to Hawaii every 2 or 3 years. He's now a depressed alcoholic that has totally given up on life. He's as creative as ever, but it has nowhere to go. He is crazy. So I saw my dad and what he did for the family and what it did to him. I swore I would never be him. I honor him, yes. But I miss the normal person he used to be when we were poor. A comfortable life in the suburbs was not worth throwing away my dad's good years and costing him his mental health.
