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"So. Why should I hire you to work here?" But.. Do I want to work here? Oh man. The lady who interviewed me today was perfectly lovely. She was very sweet and had a nice smile on her face as she threw questions at me that were enough to give me brain freeze. Tough customer. I did as well as I could, smiling and nodding as she told me in the job there would be days I would wonder what the hell I was thinking for applying. Nurses yelling at you for charts. Doctors badgering you for information. Furious typing and retyping. Random family members coming up for everything from ice to pain meds. Phones ringing off the hook. 1,000,005 riots' worth of chaos and it'll all be focused directly on me. And all of this will qualify as.my.job. So she basically scared the crap out of me about what my job would entail. But she also said there are days when everything will be incredibly easy. The nicu staff go out for dinner and drinks at least once a week. They throw wedding/engagement/baby showers, birthday parties and summer barbeques all the time. The staff is a family, and so proficient at their job that doctors assign patients to the floor just because they really are that good. So that is a good thing. That might make the bad days worth while. The strange thing was that this unit also happens to be the same one my Dad was in after open heart surgery. I walked in and smelled that smell, the claustrophobia came back, heard the beeping of monitors and saw patients lying in bed, while their family members held their hands tightly and stared at bad television programming. They had the same drawn, pale faces that I'm sure my family had during that time. It brought back feelings that I didn't even know I had. It made me want to turn around and run, to tell the absolute truth. But I can get over this and be okay with the job. I can. I think. I'm so torn. I just wish this feeling would have stayed buried where ever it was. |