California

The California I once loved so dearly changed so many ways.
Beaches we used to run barefoot, go body surfing all day are horribly polluted tar, dead fish galore ever since the offshore drilling rigs have blighted them. It was "clothing optional" for a reason: no one caught one of those cowabunga waves into shore still wearing their shorts. Neptune has a collection of those.
The working atmosphere has shifted dramatically in hospitals since magnanimous corporate takeover of them all. The laziest, unproductive little shits smugly play on their cellular phone all day, yet receive these employee awards because they're related to some stuffed suit in the administration.
And oh my ghod the traffic.
I'm hoping to be taking my last gig before retirement.
I can ascertain age discrimination in hiring after 12 California rejections despite superior experience, excellent references and solid reputation in my field. The human resource people see "63" and it hits the round file.
I'm starting a gig on a Navajo reservation facility in 2 weeks.