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Nothing Nice to Say

And the freak out continues.
I haven't heard from [Big City Hospital] yet, but it's only been a little over 24-hours. Apparently, though, teach is totally on my side. The way she told me, she emailed the OR sup back and OR sup replied something along the lines of "we'll give her a shot," which means I should be getting a call...right?! Except, I dunno. I mean, I don't think there are a lot of people vying for this job right now, and they have quite a few positions open--or did when I applied--and the manager was out until Tuesday this week and I was one of, if not the first, to interview this week. But, then again, it would be a lot more business-savvy to hire someone who could work all of the hours the shift covers, instead of the make-shift schedule she was musing on during my interview (again, it was really more of a meet and greet with a tour than an interview. And, I didn't even get to see the OR sup at the end of it, so I don't even know what was said or if they liked me or what. And no one gave me a definitive answer on anything other than that I could call back to reschedule an observation). And, yeah, I guess it would be silly to overlook the person with the EMT license and two years of trauma/code/severe pressure experience for someone would could work four more hours in a week, but people do it every day. Also, if she did have a ST position come available after I cert and she wanted to give it to me, she'd have to find someone else to fill my orderly shoes to do it. I don't think that it's that big of a deal to have to replace someone who got a promotion thanks to education and experience, in fact, it happens all of the time and supervisors manage it, but she did mention it which means it was on her mind, even if she was just listing off the things she would have to--happily--work out if she hired me.
Basically, I am freaking out. And, worse than that, I don't really know where my other options lie and I am actually down to the wire here. I have to find a job and I have to find it now. Unemployment has been filed, but I have no idea how long it is going to take for them to investigate how I left EMSA or whatever it is they are doing and give me my money. So basically, I'm freaking out. I don't think I've got this job in the bag, I think I probably don't have any job in the bag, I'm seriously pissed at myself, and I am starting to figure out the logistics of living in my car, just in case.
This sucks.
I don't have anything happy to talk about or anything nice to say, so I am cutting this short. If anybody out there can or wants to help, please let me know. But, obviously, if you can't or don't want to, that's cool too. Thanks anyway for reading.
Have a nice day.

Not Saying Anything at All

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  1. Rider ToddFriday, 05 April, 2013

    Ahhh yes waiting for the call from the ol' BCH is always the worst. HR offices nation wide are notorious for keeping folks on the hook until they damn near lose their minds.

    There is no cure of course you cannot really rush HR. It's like a sloth....it...will...do....some......thing.......eventu....ally....in ....the......near.....fut-ure.

    I have had conversations with managers telling me that I was hired and they sent in p/w days and weeks ago and no word then sure as shit I get a phone call while I'm on the shitter or in the shower at close of business for the office and get left a cryptic voice mail. It's just how these things go.

    Be patient, but that's hard to do when you have to pay the rent and are on the verge of being homeless. Hang in there and don't give up!

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    1. Skeleton_FriendFriday, 05 April, 2013

      In the past, I have hardly even been able to CONTACT anyone in hospital HRs. I don't know what the deal is. I had those issues for years with this hospital in particular. I had NO IDEA how people got jobs there. Apparently, I wasn't applying for the right positions or they were super desperate, because this time is honestly wasn't that bad. They called me about two days after my application, I interviewed three days later, she tried to get me in IMMEDIATELY--crazy, I KNOW--with the OR sup but she was on va-cay or something because she was out of two until Tuesday and I was her first interview once she got back. And then, I called yesterday, the day AFTER my interview and had to leave a message. But the woman called me back THIS MORNING. It had been less than 48-hours! Granted I still have a lot left to do, but I mean, that was FAST. And that's very good, because I really don't want to have to start washing my hair in the sinks at school. Although...the mock OR sinks are huge....
      Hey, thanks for reading, friend. Hope things are well with you! I've been too caught up with myself to catch up on you, but I will try today! Good to see you around!

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