Changes

Yes, it's January, and everything changes, if you're on  a calendar year cycle.

Health insurance changes for many people. I saw the first few people in my office looking for the department that handles that this week. How they get that deviated  (we're not even close to the office they need to go to) is crazy.

One of my friends from my master's program received a pink slip right before Christmas. His/Her health care organization needed to stop spending money, so they just laid off everyone in his/her unit. The equation seems to be: if the company loses millions, the employees have to suffer.

I have thought about changing jobs at the Hotel for the last year or so, but I think, I've finally decided to give up on most anything posted on our jobs site. Our HR department may or may not be run by actual humans, because every job post I've responded to and gone to interviews (two so far)  have not been anything like the job posted online. This job mentioned working from home and flexible hours. The first things they mentioned was that neither of those were true. Big red flags flew up and continued flapping in the breeze as my other favorite thing was uttered, "Oh, well, this isn't just a 40 hour a week job." To me, it sounds like a whole bunch of mandated overtime. Funny, that's what I thought it was, so thanks for clarifying that little detail.

As a result, I think if I want a new job, it will be outside the Hotel, and with a company that actually posts accurate job listings as not to waste my time and theirs (in this last interview, I spoke to the chief executive of that area, who had to make time for me) in my interview. When I think of the waste this was, I'm mad. Not just for me, but for him/her.

Happy weekend all! I'm going to enjoy it. Hope you do too, wherever you are.

So, so wrong

Driving through the tree-lined lane on my way home, as I'm admiring the fall colors, I see one of the Hotel patients. (I know Mr. X pretty well because I admitted him on his previous trip.)

At this point, he's nearly a mile from the Hotel, with his wheelchair loaded up with shopping bags. To add to the fun and excitement, there is no sidewalk and no shoulder. If a car comes, he's in trouble.

I call the unit and they must be busy, so no one answers the phone. I get the pleasure of bouncing to the on-call doc. The boss is the doc of the day.

So glad I don't work those evenings anymore...