Can You Imagine?
I am a grunt. I am in the trenches of medicine , right now working at an Urgent Care center. Yes, it is my choice but this is the problem with healthcare. This was just sent to me by one of my readers. It seems Dr. Callahan needs an assistant:
Elizabeth Callahan, MD
Position: Personal Assistant to Physician Job #: 21905 Openings: 1 Wage Range: $25,000 – $30,000 Last Updated: Monday, November 26, 2012 Job Type: Administrative / Full-Time Job Location: Sarasota Job Description:Seeking organized detail-driven personal assistant for busy Sarasota physician. Full time position that encompasses organizing the professional and personal details of the owner/medical director of growing dermatology practice. Job duties include, but are not limited to: maintaining and organizing multiple calendars of professional and personal events; detailed travel arrangements (air, hotel, car service, etc); correspondence and other communication with various persons on behalf of doctor; miscellaneous errands. Must have exceptional organizational skills. Must be highly experienced with computers, both Windows and Mac, including computerized calendar software. Ability to deal with multiple requests using discretion and a positive attitude. Full time with occasional later hours. Some medical experience is a plus.Job Qualifications:High school diploma.
This was posted on jobfocus.com for all to see so I am not digging up any dirt. And her picture is used to show that she is a real person. Basically I am just jealous.
Can you imagine making so much money as a doctor that you need a personal assistant? I would love that. No, actually I would want a bodyguard. I would hire Vance Lassey, MD. And my friend Lou Savarese. He is an ex-boxer. So, two bodyguards. Both are over 6’5 ft tall. And then I would have them dress in black suits and sun glasses and I would rule the world!
Sorry.
And that is the problem with the disparity of incomes between physicians.
Doug, you’re taking BoTox classes?
Heck, I can teach you, in half an hour.
Only problem is, since each vial of the stuff costs over $500, and every MoFo in Maine wants a “discount,” you’ll never make a penny.
I speak from experience.
By the way, anyone want to buy a couple of really nice laser machines?
Bangor Savings would love for you to take over the payments (and actually pay them).
Seriously, though, Doug, come on down to Kennebunkport and I’ll let you push some BoTox on some “barter” customers (since nobody is willing to part with cash).
Oh, and as for the actual topic of this thread – I thought all doctors were rich when I went to med school and I’d never have to worry about money again – HA!
By the way, I really am jealous and want such an assistant myself.
I have a buddy who’s an ER doc up in the Twin Cities area. He has a SCRIBE. This was a new concept to me. At a poker game last winter, he told me how it works. He and the scribe walk into the ER exam room. He asks the history questions, the scribe records all of the responses into the EMR on a tablet computer or whatever. Then he examines the patient, announcing all of his findings, and the scribe records all that. Then he says all the stuff he wants to order (labs, xrays, meds, etc) and the scribe enters the orders, and he simply clicks something to verify that the scribe-entered orders are correct. DONE. HE DOES NO PAPERWORK.
DUDE! A doctor who doesn’t have to do paperwork is as absurd-sounding to me as a dentist who doesn’t have to look at nasty teeth or a stripper who doesn’t have to take her clothes off or a politician that doesn’t have to lie. It does not compute. I almost had a stroke when he lined me out on this bizzaro-reality.
AND…to top it off, he makes over seven times more than I do for the same work…AND I HAVE TO DO INSANE AMOUNTS OF PAPERWORK.
It’s a crazy world, man.
-V
Doug, I’ll seriously consider this. I’m probably not a very good fighter, because I look intimidating as hell (especially with my new shaved head and long goatee) and have never really had to fight. But neither does a blowfish, right?
Talk to Lou. Get your Botox classes out of the way. I’ll always keep on sunglasses and look around suspiciously at everybody with one finger in my ear like the secret service. We’ll make a fortune.