Friday, September 06, 2013
So yesterday I had the interview half way across town. I was apprehensive about it before I went. Usually I am not really nervous about interviews because I have done a million of them and staff nursing in long term care doesn't require a 3 piece suit. The place is beautiful, set on a campus of other buildings next to a hospital. But I felt somewhat uneasy about it. I got the impression of pretentiousness. Got in the interview and found myself still uneasy. The HR person asked a series of stereotypical questions from a script. She didn't try to gauge what the real "Keith" was like. I get a real feel for a place the moment I walk in. I notice how people talk to each other, the words they use, how they dress, if they smile, how they interact with each other, if they try to make me feel at home. I like to talk so I did not have a problem answering questions. No tour of the place was given which is really important for me to gauge if I am a fit or not. The last thing that was said was they were interviewing a lot of people and would get back to me. The crazy thing was was there was a little phone interview before I went. In Long term care and even the hospital you really don't have a series of interviews if you are a staff nurse. Usually, one. It used to be that you were interview right then and there and offered a job right then. With the cuts over the years employers can be more choosy. That is changing as the median age of nurses is about 50years old and many will be starting to retire along with the health needs increasing with our aging population. Any who, I don't think that I got the job and I wouldn't feel comfortable taking the job if offered. A telling sign was that all the nurses had to wear White without and designs or colors. I am sure that they give great care but I would not feel comfortable there. Yes, Batman does not were all white. I would look like a bit white cloud going down the hall.
Incidentally, took my lawn mower over my brother's to get fixed after I "fixed" it. He took it out of the car and to my horror and his amusement the blade that I so successfully installed fell off (clink!) in front of our eyes. I didn't know what to say. The lawn mower blade had just fallen off the mower and hit the ground. Could I have been any more inept. I think not. Any how, within 10mins he discovered the problem and gave me another mower to use and some lessons on how to maintain a lawn mower. Also, tole me that if I broke the mower he just gave me he would not be happy.
And last but not least, my new custom trail mix came in the mail and it is delicious. Not to it in snack bags. Take care, Keith
P.S: I warned you I like to talk.