The wee little hospital


I had a job interview today at a tiny little hospital in White Salmon, Washington... The hospital sits up on a hill across the Columbia from the town of Hood River, with full views of 2 rivers, the town of Hood River, windsurfing, kiting, trains, barges, and of course, Mt. Hood in all her hugeness. The hospital has 24 beds. It's TINY. There are about 8 doctors that come through, and my job would be a CNA in the med surg unit, and also the ER. The town has 2100 people--the hospital I work for in Portland employs about 2,000 people.

The downside is that they pay $10.35 an hour. Yeah, you read that right. Nurses starting about make about $20 an hour, and I'll have to decide whether that's worth it in about a year and a half. Such a toss up! It would be out of this world to live and work in a place like that. I compare it to Tahoe, only what I imagine Tahoe to have been like before I was born. Houses can still be found for around $150,000, and there are no stoplights for miles and miles. People are friendly, and downtown's got empty buildings and run-down businesses. And did I say it's pretty? Not just rolling green hills pretty, it's like stop and take your breath away pretty. And it's amazing to me it's not all bought up and sold off like most of California is. I watched that happen right in my backyard, and I almost feel like I have to jump on this opportunity before it's too late!

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