Hospitals are stupid
Dang, it has surely been a long time since I've put my mark here. I'm apartment hunting and job hunting at the same time. It sucks, I kind of wish I could just focus on one and do a good job at it, but I can't right now. I'm really antsy to have my own place, and I was supposed to move out of here months ago.
The reason I was inspired to write today was because I'm still kinda pissed off about the job hunt. I have looked up several suitable places to apply to in NC and the first ones I bothered to apply to where the ones I was most excited about. One is a job with the state working at one of the psych. hospitals and the other was a hospital with a decent looking rec. therapy program. The privately owned hospital has job listings online and a printable application. I take the trouble to fill out the application which is five fucking pages long (the state one is only two pages).
I haven't written my cover letter yet, but the envelope is addressed and my word processor is ready to knock out the last piece of the application pie. I call the human resources dept. to find out the name of the dept. director (as many of you know, you shouldn't just send in a resume, you have a better shot of it being looked at if it is addressed to someone by name.)
So I call and ask to speak with the director. speaking. introduce myself and why I'm calling. bitch tells me the hospital is closing and there are no jobs avaliable.
WTF!!! Could you people not have mentioned that a little bit somewhere in the whole fucking website! Could your webmaster not have take down the damn job listings! GRRRR. What a waste of my effort and my printer paper. Whatever, I didn't want to work for your crappy ole' hospital anyway...losers.
So that is my week thus far. I'm looking at apartments in the mornings because I don't get off of work until 8:30 most nights. I'm pretty tired of my whole situation. There is more to be said, but this is neither the time nor the place.
Dang, sorry to bring you down,if you read this far. I always seem to forget to write when things are really happy and swell.
The reason I was inspired to write today was because I'm still kinda pissed off about the job hunt. I have looked up several suitable places to apply to in NC and the first ones I bothered to apply to where the ones I was most excited about. One is a job with the state working at one of the psych. hospitals and the other was a hospital with a decent looking rec. therapy program. The privately owned hospital has job listings online and a printable application. I take the trouble to fill out the application which is five fucking pages long (the state one is only two pages).
I haven't written my cover letter yet, but the envelope is addressed and my word processor is ready to knock out the last piece of the application pie. I call the human resources dept. to find out the name of the dept. director (as many of you know, you shouldn't just send in a resume, you have a better shot of it being looked at if it is addressed to someone by name.)
So I call and ask to speak with the director. speaking. introduce myself and why I'm calling. bitch tells me the hospital is closing and there are no jobs avaliable.
WTF!!! Could you people not have mentioned that a little bit somewhere in the whole fucking website! Could your webmaster not have take down the damn job listings! GRRRR. What a waste of my effort and my printer paper. Whatever, I didn't want to work for your crappy ole' hospital anyway...losers.
So that is my week thus far. I'm looking at apartments in the mornings because I don't get off of work until 8:30 most nights. I'm pretty tired of my whole situation. There is more to be said, but this is neither the time nor the place.
Dang, sorry to bring you down,if you read this far. I always seem to forget to write when things are really happy and swell.