I Miss NY

I miss New York. It's my home. I miss $1 slices of real pizza, delicious old school bakeries, H&M's on every corner, and the hype you get walking from each street being different from the next.
I miss diversity of thought, action, and story. I miss Broadway shows, late night dance parties with Briana, and yes, even the bums in the subways begging for change. 
It's its own world. 
In a 1 mile radius you can meet someone from Iraq, Russia, Brazil, or Japan. Everyone has their own methods of fighting for survival and each is beautiful and unique in its own way. The amputee that shuffles down the subway cars by his arms and carrying his change bucket in between what is left of his legs, the small florists that sell single flowers for next to nothing, and the filthy-rich billionaire that went from rags to riches from sheer motivation each make this prestigious jungle inspiring. 
You don't have to be Mormon to be a good person and people appreciate kindness, not expect it. 
I know what you're saying: You're over exaggerating. New York is full of crime, greed, and violence.
Yes, but it's a different kind. People are what they are. They don't pretend to love or hate you. If you're mugged on the streets, chances are the theft was for survival, not entertainment. And violence? If you provoke an unemployed and drug dependent resident in Spanish Harlem, yes, he will probably hurt you. Why? Not because he wanted to show everyone how tough he was, but because he needed to protect what little dignity and self-respect for himself he had remaining.
So what's the provocation of my rant? 
I'm tired. It's been a long week, lots of early clinical hours and no pay (which is fully understandable, I'm just saying) and no jumbo slice to ease the pain. Somehow the nurses think I owe them something by assisting them with their patients. You'd think it would be, "You bathe my patient and I'll teach you how I like to put a Foley in." But instead, it's "You only bathed them? I needed you to take them down to x-ray, ambulate with them in the hall, and feed them their entire breakfast while I stand here talking to my frienemies at the nurses station." 
Sorry ladies. But if you're making demands then I'm demanding compensation--money or instruction would suffice.
Perhaps the reason for your enormous bottoms is due to your mobile, un-justified egos that are currently residing in that part of your anatomy. 
And please, do us all the favor and sit on it.