So....today was supposed to be the start of my career, literally. On Tuesday I had an interview with MRMC, one of the best hospitals in Florida. The interview went perfect, I was perfectly qualified for the job, the interviewer was nice. Imagine a perfect interview, both people very optimistic...yeah..We even sat down and talked about the Gators and college football...common interest.
I was asked to come back on the spot, on Thursday..(Today) to meet with a manager and go over specific details about what my job inquires.
I go into the hospital, dressed in my Sundays finest..I go up to the front desk and ask for Penny, the manager I'm supposed to be meeting with. They say to me, "You have an appointment with her?" I respond with the obvious answer of, "Yes, Lorraine (My last interviewer) said I was supposed to meet with her about the job."
They direct me to the fifth floor, I was supposed to be there at 3:30, obviously you arrive ten minutes early because you want to set a fine impression of yourself. Little fun fact.
This is where it gets good, or well...should I say for all of you. I know when I tear away all of my hopes and dreams of starting my career...this shlt is hilarious.
I walk into this room of which there are four ladies, I ask for Penny obviously, they direct me into her office. Her office smelled horrendous, melted cheese, bio hazard bins with underwear in them, yeah...that sweaty ball smell. I give an appropriate greeting of: "Hi, I'm Josh it's very nice to meet you." She says, "Hi, are we supposed to have an interview?"
Let me just tell you in my mind how pissed I was to hear those first eight words leave her shlt infested mouth: I was angry, and when I say angry, I mean FCKIN ANGRY. My eyebrows went up in disbelief to say the least.
She calls Lorraine, and she doesn't pick up, so she left her a voicemail of: "Hi, I have a young man (Let me tell you another little something that pisses me off, how old do you have to be to an old lady before you are no longer a "YOUNG MAN." **** off with that garbage.) telling me you already told him he received the job, come up to my office when you receive this please, thanks." Twenty minutes of me being mind-fcked that she didn't know I was coming and garbage infested smelling office later, Lorraine comes up to her office.
I stand my ground and greet her once again and I'm thinking to myself: Okay everything is going to be fine, Lorraine must remember me, she's going to tell her I got the job, we're going to start going over important issues...
Absolutely wrong, one-hundred percent incorrect. She comes in and sure, she remembers me, she better fckin remember me..bltch.. but she doesn't remember telling me that I actually received the job. I reminded her that she did...indeed...say....that I got the job.
She rambles on, digging deeper into the rabbit hole of lies and tells Penny that this was supposed to be a second interview. This is two fellow employees vs. a newcomer (SUPPOSED TO BE) employee. How are you going to say you scheduled ANYTHING when....Penny doesn't even know I exist? Right...
It is not..looking...good. I wanted to yell at the both of them, not only did she FORGET to schedule the appointment, but now I guess it's a second interview rather than a job. I told myself: "Screw it...I'll do the second interview." They were nice enough to do it a half hour later, when Penny was available.
You all may not know this, but as a person getting interviewed..and an employee, I'm professional, and I'm very....VERY aware of this. I know interviews, and not by quantity, but by quality. I've done very few interviews, and I don't think there has been one where I haven't received an offer for a position.
This woman..was the absolute worst interviewer I have ever talked to. Here is a scene for you: Her office..(raunchy smelling one.) Her face...this is the face of a cardiac nurse who has been working in the cardiac department of a hospital which is known for being top fifty in the world in the cardiac department. A smile was non-existent.
To sum up this hour interview, in terms of myself, it went terrible, beyond belief bad. There wasn't a "Tell me about yourself" question. There was no resume, there was no personality (Which is what 70 percent of your interview is based off of, or supposed to.) It was pretty much just a written test of Q & A. I leave the office dissatisfied, and politely saying, "It was very nice meeting you, I appreciate you taking time out of your schedule."
I walked out, not looking at my phone, not washing my hands on the way out of the hospital, not caring if I have that awkward ride down the elevator with ten other people, which I don't know who have herpes or not. I walked out...in such anguish, hate, and disgust, that I didn't even care if my car was stolen.
It's hard to explain the walk of shame I had out of those automatic doors, mainly because I believe I was at a blank state at that point.
Either way, flame this or enjoy this, I just felt like writing down my day because it's always better to laugh at it than stare at it in anger....or so i think, lol.
I was asked to come back on the spot, on Thursday..(Today) to meet with a manager and go over specific details about what my job inquires.
I go into the hospital, dressed in my Sundays finest..I go up to the front desk and ask for Penny, the manager I'm supposed to be meeting with. They say to me, "You have an appointment with her?" I respond with the obvious answer of, "Yes, Lorraine (My last interviewer) said I was supposed to meet with her about the job."
They direct me to the fifth floor, I was supposed to be there at 3:30, obviously you arrive ten minutes early because you want to set a fine impression of yourself. Little fun fact.
This is where it gets good, or well...should I say for all of you. I know when I tear away all of my hopes and dreams of starting my career...this shlt is hilarious.
I walk into this room of which there are four ladies, I ask for Penny obviously, they direct me into her office. Her office smelled horrendous, melted cheese, bio hazard bins with underwear in them, yeah...that sweaty ball smell. I give an appropriate greeting of: "Hi, I'm Josh it's very nice to meet you." She says, "Hi, are we supposed to have an interview?"
Let me just tell you in my mind how pissed I was to hear those first eight words leave her shlt infested mouth: I was angry, and when I say angry, I mean FCKIN ANGRY. My eyebrows went up in disbelief to say the least.
She calls Lorraine, and she doesn't pick up, so she left her a voicemail of: "Hi, I have a young man (Let me tell you another little something that pisses me off, how old do you have to be to an old lady before you are no longer a "YOUNG MAN." **** off with that garbage.) telling me you already told him he received the job, come up to my office when you receive this please, thanks." Twenty minutes of me being mind-fcked that she didn't know I was coming and garbage infested smelling office later, Lorraine comes up to her office.
I stand my ground and greet her once again and I'm thinking to myself: Okay everything is going to be fine, Lorraine must remember me, she's going to tell her I got the job, we're going to start going over important issues...
Absolutely wrong, one-hundred percent incorrect. She comes in and sure, she remembers me, she better fckin remember me..bltch.. but she doesn't remember telling me that I actually received the job. I reminded her that she did...indeed...say....that I got the job.
She rambles on, digging deeper into the rabbit hole of lies and tells Penny that this was supposed to be a second interview. This is two fellow employees vs. a newcomer (SUPPOSED TO BE) employee. How are you going to say you scheduled ANYTHING when....Penny doesn't even know I exist? Right...
It is not..looking...good. I wanted to yell at the both of them, not only did she FORGET to schedule the appointment, but now I guess it's a second interview rather than a job. I told myself: "Screw it...I'll do the second interview." They were nice enough to do it a half hour later, when Penny was available.
You all may not know this, but as a person getting interviewed..and an employee, I'm professional, and I'm very....VERY aware of this. I know interviews, and not by quantity, but by quality. I've done very few interviews, and I don't think there has been one where I haven't received an offer for a position.
This woman..was the absolute worst interviewer I have ever talked to. Here is a scene for you: Her office..(raunchy smelling one.) Her face...this is the face of a cardiac nurse who has been working in the cardiac department of a hospital which is known for being top fifty in the world in the cardiac department. A smile was non-existent.
To sum up this hour interview, in terms of myself, it went terrible, beyond belief bad. There wasn't a "Tell me about yourself" question. There was no resume, there was no personality (Which is what 70 percent of your interview is based off of, or supposed to.) It was pretty much just a written test of Q & A. I leave the office dissatisfied, and politely saying, "It was very nice meeting you, I appreciate you taking time out of your schedule."
I walked out, not looking at my phone, not washing my hands on the way out of the hospital, not caring if I have that awkward ride down the elevator with ten other people, which I don't know who have herpes or not. I walked out...in such anguish, hate, and disgust, that I didn't even care if my car was stolen.
It's hard to explain the walk of shame I had out of those automatic doors, mainly because I believe I was at a blank state at that point.
Either way, flame this or enjoy this, I just felt like writing down my day because it's always better to laugh at it than stare at it in anger....or so i think, lol.
Yeah, whoops.
