I've enjoyed my return to quasi-regular blogging this past week. I'm still working but wanted to take a break to record some funny (and not so funny things) transpiring.
First, Jack and I are about to embark upon a lawsuit regarding our house. Our house is four years old and the roof is somehow failing. We have had three opinions and two of the three agree that our roof is failing. Seriously? So I will contact the builder and the manufacturer of the shingles and request a new roof (valued at $22,000 per tonight's quote). If that doesn't work, I will hire a construction lawyer and go to the press if necessary. This builder doesn't have the most stellar of reputations and I'm not one to keep silent when things are unjust.
Or just shoddy. Sigh. Like I have time for this B.S.
Second, I interviewed a few candidates for two open positions I have in my areas today. They were awful. One extremely over-dressed and over-confident woman came in and when I asked her the stereotypical question of "where do you see yourself in 5 years," she answered, "in your job." Um, nice. At least you could let me hire you before you make a move for my position. Next!
The next lady was about 20 and had a voice pitcher higher than Hillary Duff. My first thought was, "Does your mommy know you're here?" I have NOTHING against young women and giving them a shot, but no patient would ever take her seriously. At the end of the interview, I coached her a little bit on how to interview better. When I asked her what she knew about the company, she replied (after pausing for a second) that it was a hospital. A hospital? What gave it away? The screaming ambulance going to the ER and doctors being paged overhead?
The final gentleman was interesting. If you have ever imagined a personification of Old Man Winter, this was him. He had gray hair, chiseled features, and cold blue eyes that were trying to bore into my soul. I quickly took the power back; he was in the interview, not me! He did get a little nervous, but not before trying to freeze me with his Buzz Lightyear "to infinity..and beyond!" laser eyes (insert sound effect here).
I write candid interview notes to myself during the process. I invited one of the dietitians to sit in on the interview. After Old Man Winter was escorted out, the dietitian looked over my shoulder and gave me an air-high-5 when he saw that I wrote "creepy" in my notes. Hey, candor is the way to go, right? I firmly believe in inviting front-line staff to help interview...after all, they're the ones who will be working with the candidates, not me. But no one wanted The Creepy One back for a second interview.
After that, the panel of us decided on a code phrase that one of us could say if we felt the interview needed to be shortened considerably. Old Man Winter was only in there for 20 minutes and I wish we could have dismissed him after 5. For the record, our "let's get the hell out of here" phrase is "Cool beans." If you hear that in one of my interviews, run. Wait, we'll run away first. LOL.
Third, I have found myself embroiled in our systemwide decision to enforce mandatory flu vaccination for all employees. This is taking entirely way too much time and it's a lot harder to implement than anyone expected. Practicum is always tougher than theory.
Fourth, I got into a verbal sparring with EVOO on Tuesday about a proposal I put together to expand our Diabetes center. We're being flooded with patients and I proposed that we restructure the program and hire a nurse practitioner to handle routine follow-up visits. EVOO tried to play devil's advocate with me in the boardroom and I am proud to say I held my own. I tried to tread the fine line between rude and firm and Elvis let me know my antics were appreciated. However, I have to add to my presentation and go back next week for Round Two. I'm debating taking boxing gloves in there with my...as a joke, of course.
Boxing gloves in the boardroom? Maybe I can get them in red to match my b*tch shoes?!
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