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Long time, no see. Sort of. I guess it's been a couple if weeks. My hiatus...hiatuses/hiati? Whatever, they've been longer before. I should probably try to write a few times a week, but honestly? There isn't a lot going on. Work/school/school/work...it's all kind of just a mesh of things. No real milestones to separate the days. Well, today I have one--thus the writing. I just had an interview for a position at [Big City Hospital]. By that, I mean big in this city. The one that I live in.
I'm excited. It's definitely the best hospital in the city--sorry all of you fans of [Other Big City Hospital], but I don't like that place as much as I like this one. Therefore, getting the interview was kind of a big deal. I mean, it isn't for, like, the greatest job in the world. It's a job I have done before, being an OR orderly. Cleaning, organizing, bringing people to the ORs for their surgeries and things. Pretty basic, easy-peasey shit. In fact, I'm pretty sure I got the job the last time at [University Hospital] (by the way, I LOVE it when they just say "University Hospital" in television shows, as if that's the name of the actual hospital when we all know they're really talking about UCLA or Columbia or whatever and can't use the name. I like the strangest, nerdiest of things. Tune in next time and I might detail to you all about my love for studying public transit systems. Wow) because of my shiny new EMT license and all it's amenities, like BLS and CPR! And also, the AED! I was, like, over-qualified. But, I don't really want to say that about myself now. I mean, I don't know what they are looking for...maybe they want someone who has more experience taking out the trash? Okay, now I am being sarcastic, and honestly, I am not trying to be. It's just, I'm an EMT. I've been working with patients for two years now and have probably seen more patients than most else with my level of experience. I worked A LOT, you guys. Like...six days a week. And I know there are people who worked more than I did. I'm not saying I've seen the most patients of any person ever!, I'm saying I've probably seen more than most because MOST people are sane and don't LIKE working that many hours. MOST.
And, also, along with my mad EMT skillz, I AM an ST student. Which means that, when it comes to surgical asepsis, I have fresh training. So fresh it hasn't even been TAUGHT to me yet. I'll be all about keeping to the rules and the protocols and freaking out about touching things that aren't mine to touch because I will still be so new, it won't even cross my mind to be lax! You know, once I learn all of it. I'm like, the perfect little fresh-faced wanna be that [Big City Hospital] can mold into any image they desire. I am putty in their hands.
So, you know, they have to consider me....
The interview went really well. I think I was able to show her my passion for medicine and, yes, even though it is a hospital in this city, my passion for this health care system without my crazy eyes making an appearance (although, I am kind of wondering if she noticed my voice cracking when I told her why I preferred this hospital over any other in the city and why I only see advantages to working there--I mentioned something about [Other Big City Hospital] notoriously placing elderly CVA patients in the back of the ED and taking hours to even get their scans done, whereas [Big City Hospital] scans everyone with potential head trauma/stroke the moment they are pushed through the door. The fact that I have seen that done more times than I can count on both hands at [OBCH] makes me so angry I almost teared up). She really liked me. Adamantly intoned that she loved meeting me. Told me she was disappointed because usually they get the second interview done then and there but couldn't today because the OR manager is out of town. But said she would work it out and get me in to speak to someone soon and would call even sooner and it was really great to meet me. So, she liked me. Now, if only I can charm the OR manager or whomever interviews me. Damn, I REALLY want this job.
So, fingers crossed, everybody. Pray if that's your thing. Send out those good vibes and whathaveyou. I need this job.
Anyway, on another note, Chetara came into town this weekend. It was fantastic getting to see her again and I cannot wait until we are both living in the same city again. We went to the Maroon 5 concert, which was excellent, and basically just hung out. She finally met my mom and I got to introduce her to my favorite coffee shop. I don't think she liked the coffee shop as much as I do, but that's okay. So, now she is on her way home and I am back to the usual grind.


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