It Cuts Like a Knife...

So while listening to Brian Adams at work yesterday morning, I logged into my email box, per my usual routine. I received an email from my friend Coach, regarding St. Fozzie's Hospital. While I'm still thrilled and honored that the powers that be granted me a coveted administrative position, everyone knows about the security risks that plague St. Fozzie's.

Coach's email discussed a stabbing that occurred in the St Fozzie parking lot. Aw heck, here's the press release:

Safety Alert for St. Fozzie's and Traveling Staff

April 15th, at approximately 10:15am, an armed robbery occurred in the employee parking lot at Saint Fozzie's Hospital. The victim, a hospital employee, was about to exit her vehicle when she was approached by the offender. The offender, who was armed with a knife, demanded money from the victim. During a brief struggle which ensued, the victim sustained a stab wound to her thigh. The offender fled on foot in a northerly direction. The offender in this case resembles the offender in the previous similar incidents. The Fozzie Heights Police Department is actively investigating today's incident and will continue to provide an increased presence in the area. Hospital security staffing levels have been increased in response to these recent incidents. As is always the case, please report any suspicious activity to the security office.

At first, I didn't think much of this warning. Sure, it's scary that it happened in broad daylight. However, if you turn on the news, you hear about grandmothers getting robbed by thugs on Vespas and fruit being stolen from grocery stores. Yeah, the stabbing startled me, but I signed up for urban hospital life and figured I would encounter stuff like this. Granted, I thought I would encounter it through ER victims!

I dismissed this safety alert until I received three phone calls this morning, two from senior execs from corporate! I think they were giving me an "out" from my position if I felt my safety and security warranted it. My response, with thinly veiled sarcasm, was "Oh, it was just a flesh wound; I'll pick up some Mace and work on my karate skills." I keep analyzing my flippant attitude towards the execs, wondering if I should have taken the warning more seriously. I was trying to get across the point that I'm not scared, I'm still taking this job, and I'm going to be fine. Really.

After the security discussions, I also learned that I will be bouncing between both St. Fozzie campuses. This discovery actually jolted me more than the stabbing news. I thought I would concentrate my time and energy at the 'main' campus, but I will now have offices at both campuses. This scares me, as I had just wrapped my giddy little brain around the idea of working at the main campus. Here's to life as a nomad!