Armageddon

How much would you pay to sleep in a motel, taken over by a hospital as its campus expanded? Its amenities include those rock hard, pokey, vinyl hospital pillows which are too thing to adequately support your head but if you try stacking two of them they are then too thick, a 13" TV with cable, and regular "Armageddon" like events.

Let me explain.

My first day I got up at 4 A.M. and drove into the town where I'm currently working. Checked in at the hospital at 8 A.M. with the program coordinator, and discovered I was scheduled to work that very day! No big deal. Worked my shift, tried to figure out the flow of the department where things were located, etc., then headed to the satellite campus where my living quarters are located. I found my way there purely by accident as I didn't have a map. I took a winding course, only later to realize both hospitals are located on the same main street about a mile apart.

After I put my stuff down I grabbed my laptop. You can imagine my horror upon finding there was no wireless internet access. Why the hell would you design living quarters for senior medical students that didn't have net access? See, in your fourth year of medical school you spend the majority of the first half out of town rotating at places where you might want to go to residency. At the same time, you're also traveling to cities to interview with programs. This requires lots of schedule tweaking, most of which is done through careful email communications. So, again, why the hell would you design living quarters for senior medical students that didn't have internet access.

Anyway, Armageddon. I step outside and look down the street and see a Whataburger. I guess thats a plus. So I was full of fast food and exhausted. The perfect recipe for a good night of sleeping. I went to bed at about 11 and quickly fell asleep despite my pillow situation. Minutes later I sat straight up in bed...confused...disoriented...looking for the horsemen. The room shook. I heard the rumble of ghastly hooves.

Then I heard it. A train whistle. I was certain it had derailed and was probably crashing through the rooms at the opposite end of the building headed towards me. Death would come quickly. My funeral pyre would be of concrete and steel fueled by diesel fuel and whatever other hazardous materials the train brought.

I decided to look my death in the face. I flung the door open. To my surprise, there was no train headed for me. It was still on the track--which was located 50 feet behind the building.

These trains comes about every 50 minutes on average starting at about 10:30 P.M. Each time I am wrested from sleep certain Armageddon approaches. I get stressed out because I can't remember all the things I've meant to repent for but procrastinated on.

So anyway, how much would you pay? I paid 300 bucks.