Work for the Money

Yeah right!  I work in retail, in a company merging with a failing company, making cut backs at the store level while the bigwigs play golf.  There is no money...unless someone drops some cash out of their pocket while shopping.  But I digress.

I was having a conversation today about people who do work just for the money.  We were talking about a specific profession, but the pursuit of the all mighty dollar can be found everywhere and in every profession.  And regardless of what you might believe, my opinion is that 99.9% of those people don't give a rat's ass about the people they are dealing with...only that they get a fat paycheck.

Case in point:  I take several medications that get me through the day.  And to get these meds, since they don't grow on trees, I had to find a doctor to prescribe them.  I sought out a doc who dealt first hand with addicts.  My goal was to find a person that would listen to my issues thus prescribing the right meds and avoiding the "try this and see if it works" method.  At this point, I am not going to blow her up in my blog, but she does work here in San Antonio and also treats a lot of children.  The latter of which is quite disturbing to me.  This particular doctor is in it for the money...her plush office should have given me a heads up on that one...along with the month long holiday vacation she took.  You can slap me now for not reading into this a little sooner.

On the days that I had an appointment, I would sit in the waiting room with no less than three children...most dressed in private school uniforms and most unaccompanied.  They would be in and out of her office in a matter of minutes, and leave with a prescription in hand.  Now, I am not judging the children or their parents.  It is possible that they truly needed the meds.  Although, I doubt the entire school district needed them.  In the months that I spent with this doc, I found her to be severly lacking social skills, didn't listen to a damn thing I said, and prolonged my battle with depression, anxiety, and anger by writing prescriptions for shit I did not need.  Long story short, she was making a ton of cash off of people for all the wrong reasons.  And, for the record, her inability to listen and prescribe the correct meds almost cost her some brand new tires.

I have since changed doctors and all is right in my world...well, most days it is pretty damn good. But my experience does leave me wondering how she is such a highly rated physician...oh right, it's because she hands out meds like candy.  I need to go trick or treating at her house.  I do, however, all joking aside, think her title should be changed to drug dealer, because what she is doing is no better than the guy sitting in a jail cell for selling on the street corner.  The only difference is she gets to enjoy her earnings.