Big day yesterday...

Yesterday was crappy after I picked up the mail. I received my official thanks but no thanks from veriHealth. You know, I have demonstrated the following:

Leadership ability, teaching skills, test administration, patient care, good bedside manor, press relations, project planning and execution, continuing my medical education, high A's in medical classes (96-98%), Search and Rescue experience, emergency medical field care at horrible accidents and minor events, medical airlift (real as well as training), more ER time then most applying, and much MUCH more. Yet I've been passed over not once, but twice. I missed 3 points on a quiz. That's probably the difference. One thing I was never taught, one item I flaked on (CAD is COMPUTER AIDED DISPATCH), and the other I missed I wasn't told what it was. But those couple points were the difference obviously. That and my oral interview wasn't incredible and apparently the 2nd interview is a formality, as all points have been added up from the first day and then it's CLOSED. That's right, the second interview is just to meet the people that run the show. That sucks. THEY KNEW I WASN'T ABOVE THE CUT BEFORE ASKING ME TO COME BACK. Sean says they'll be doing no more hiring interviews for veriHealth for the next 7 months and the people from this round are the people called if something pops up as open for the next 7 months. They expect to be calling me not too long from now apparently.

I'm going to tell him what to do with his offer. Here's why...

Not once, but twice, he's skipped over someone that would be just about the BEST person possible to take care of their patients. WHAT KIND OF HIRING PROCESS IS THAT?! Someone that I FLUNKED during EMT testing, when I was the proctor, works for them. She had a 82%. I had a +99%. I know several veriHealth people that JUST scraped by. WTF? Why would I want to work for a company that hires people based on quotas versus who's best to take care of the patient! THIS IS HEALTH CARE, EQUAL OPPORTUNITY BE DAMNED, THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH. We can put aside race and gender quotas and get some good god damn medics to take care of the ill and injured.

Or maybe because I just was dead fucking tired, sleepy from missions going on over night, that I blew the interview. It's not like my interview was really bad, it was just nothing special. The second interview, I was on the ball bigtime and made my case, but it didn't count for SHIT, as the points from the first day are all that count.

Anyway, Stace played some cards with me, we went to a meeting and dinner, she had a HUGE dessert and split it with... I forget her name. I had lots of sugar that day to try to cheer me up (at least I didn't start downing shots). But none the less I ate most of Stacey's brownies and feel like crap for it. I'm still down one on the week but it probably could've been better. Stace, thank you for card games and coffee and dinner too.

It's a normal workday. Wish I was home. CAP night. I've been asked to go to Bakersfield to learn a computer system Saturday. MAYBE I CAN GET AN INSTRUCTOR IN THE FRONT SEAT AND LOG SOME TIME!! 6 hours Cross Country time... IT WOULD HELP.