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lydyA couple of weeks ago, there was a post on the board at work indicating that there was a job opening up for a night tech at the Abbot Northwestern lab which is ten minutes from my house. It's close, I could totally take the bus. I asked my boss about it, the patient population and so on. I also asked him if it would be a problem if I tried to get the position, and he said that it would be fine, after all, no one was irreplaceable. That could have sounded terrible, but in fact, it made me laugh.
I also mentioned it to my co-worker, Andrew, whom I generally like. He expressed a passionate desire that I not do so, since he really likes working with me. I was flattered, but well, I like him well enough but he's not a good reason to stay, for me. Of course, I don't know anything about who I'd be working with at the other lab, maybe I'd hate their guts. It's possible. Nor is it possible to find out, ahead of time.
I am very leery of change, and daily life got distracting, so I didn't actually do anything about applying for the position. The window of opportunity closed, and I shrugged and said to myself that I don't like change, so I guess this was all for the best.
A little after this, my boss asked for a current CV. We are going to be participating in a research study, and the IRB (Independent Review Board) requires vast mountains of documentation, including a CV from everyone who would be working with their patient population. With the help of my boss, I got mine together. The morning of the day I brought it in, I got a call from the other regional manager, Shelly. She said that she had heard from my boss that I might be interested in the Abbot Northwestern lab, which she manages, and she would really like me to apply for this, and would I like to come in and see the lab, and she's looking for a female tech, and generally rattled on in such a way as to make it sound like she really, really wants me. In part, she's looking for a female tech. About ten times a year, someone will ask for a female tech, and she really wants to have one on staff.
I was flattered, and pleased, and asked what I needed to do. She said that I should call the head of HR. I called the head of HR, and she said that I needed to send her an updated resume. Which, you know, I had right there, what with the research project and all. So I faxed it to her.
Last Monday night, I got another call from Shelly, asking if I would like to come in Thursday to see the lab. Um, yes, yes I would. At work, I was fretting at my co-worker about what to wear. Business casual would be probably the best choice, but I haven't worked in an office for five years, and when I did, I kinda wore a lot of shalwar kameezes (a little too exotic for a not-quite-a-job-interview), and a jeans skirt and a ratty t-shirt were right out, and a full-on interview suit was equally inappropriate, so I was thinking maybe scrubs was the right choice, even if it was my day off. I also commented that I knew that Shelly had a thing about shoes, so I'd have to make sure to wear nice-looking shoes... At which point Andrew told me that he had been praying that I wouldn't get the position. I was taken aback, and a little weirded out.
Now, if he was a pagan, and had been casting a spell to make sure that I didn't get this opportunity, I would know what to say. That is clearly unethical behavior. And I get that god, in this case, is supposed to be some sort of back-stop. So if you pray for something unkind or unethical, presumably god notices this and doesn't behave badly, or something? Does this actually make it ok to pray for terrible things? I don't know. All in all, though, it totally weirds me out that someone is attempting to enlist the power of the supernatural to influence my daily life. Just really, really weirds me out. I don't believe in the supernatural, or the power of prayer, but Andrew does.
Any gate, I met Shelly on Thursday. I wore scrubs and nice shoes. The entire conversation was in terms of "when you start" and "when you get here" and "this is what we'll do". There was never any question that she's planning to hiring me. Which is just ever so ever so flattering. It's a nice looking lab. I've heard good and bad things about Shelly as a manager, but I think I can work with her. I have no idea about the techs I'll be working with at night, but in general, I get along with most people, so I'm not real worried. The patient population will be more challenging, which is a little worrisome, but it will also be more interesting. This will be a way to stretch my technical abilities, and I'm looking forward to that. Because this is in a hospital, there are a number of extra hoops to jump through. There is a very thorough background check, which takes 60 or more days to complete. They need to know about every vaccination pretty much ever, but it sounds like I can get a blood draw to establish what all I've been vaccinated against, since I'm pretty sure I don't have my childhood vaccination record, anymore. I'll need to get a Mantou done, again. (That's a test to see if you've been exposed to TB.) No big deal, just some pin pricks and some blood. The company will pay to have them done. There's an application that is, quite literally, a half-inch thick. Shelly says don't worry about it, she'd be happy to meet me for coffee and help me fill out the parts I'm having trouble with. (She likes me, she really likes me!) We finished up with a quick visit to HR, which was a bit of chit-chat about nothing important, and finished with HR saying, "So, is it a go?" and Shelly saying, "Yes, I mean, it is, isn't it?" and me saying,"Oh, absolutely, I really want this."
I'm actually really pleased and excited about this change. It will be a couple of months, minimum, and certain amount of bureaucratic pain in the ass. But it will save me probably $80 a month in gas, and almost 45 minutes in commute time. Additionally, the shift is one hour shorter, although they pay me the same, so that's almost two extra hours each work day that I get back, which is damn exciting in it's own right. (I'm totally planning on spending them asleep.) The patients will be somewhat more varied, although also somewhat sicker. There will be more one-on-ones, which means that I will more often than now have one patient instead of two. That can be a good thing. There will be a change of scene. Although I probably won't, I could potentially get rid of my car and take the bus. I expect I will actually drive, which probably makes me a bad person, but gods, the convenience.
As for Andrew's prayers, my understanding is that god always answers prayer, so I guess he must have said no.
I also mentioned it to my co-worker, Andrew, whom I generally like. He expressed a passionate desire that I not do so, since he really likes working with me. I was flattered, but well, I like him well enough but he's not a good reason to stay, for me. Of course, I don't know anything about who I'd be working with at the other lab, maybe I'd hate their guts. It's possible. Nor is it possible to find out, ahead of time.
I am very leery of change, and daily life got distracting, so I didn't actually do anything about applying for the position. The window of opportunity closed, and I shrugged and said to myself that I don't like change, so I guess this was all for the best.
A little after this, my boss asked for a current CV. We are going to be participating in a research study, and the IRB (Independent Review Board) requires vast mountains of documentation, including a CV from everyone who would be working with their patient population. With the help of my boss, I got mine together. The morning of the day I brought it in, I got a call from the other regional manager, Shelly. She said that she had heard from my boss that I might be interested in the Abbot Northwestern lab, which she manages, and she would really like me to apply for this, and would I like to come in and see the lab, and she's looking for a female tech, and generally rattled on in such a way as to make it sound like she really, really wants me. In part, she's looking for a female tech. About ten times a year, someone will ask for a female tech, and she really wants to have one on staff.
I was flattered, and pleased, and asked what I needed to do. She said that I should call the head of HR. I called the head of HR, and she said that I needed to send her an updated resume. Which, you know, I had right there, what with the research project and all. So I faxed it to her.
Last Monday night, I got another call from Shelly, asking if I would like to come in Thursday to see the lab. Um, yes, yes I would. At work, I was fretting at my co-worker about what to wear. Business casual would be probably the best choice, but I haven't worked in an office for five years, and when I did, I kinda wore a lot of shalwar kameezes (a little too exotic for a not-quite-a-job-interview), and a jeans skirt and a ratty t-shirt were right out, and a full-on interview suit was equally inappropriate, so I was thinking maybe scrubs was the right choice, even if it was my day off. I also commented that I knew that Shelly had a thing about shoes, so I'd have to make sure to wear nice-looking shoes... At which point Andrew told me that he had been praying that I wouldn't get the position. I was taken aback, and a little weirded out.
Now, if he was a pagan, and had been casting a spell to make sure that I didn't get this opportunity, I would know what to say. That is clearly unethical behavior. And I get that god, in this case, is supposed to be some sort of back-stop. So if you pray for something unkind or unethical, presumably god notices this and doesn't behave badly, or something? Does this actually make it ok to pray for terrible things? I don't know. All in all, though, it totally weirds me out that someone is attempting to enlist the power of the supernatural to influence my daily life. Just really, really weirds me out. I don't believe in the supernatural, or the power of prayer, but Andrew does.
Any gate, I met Shelly on Thursday. I wore scrubs and nice shoes. The entire conversation was in terms of "when you start" and "when you get here" and "this is what we'll do". There was never any question that she's planning to hiring me. Which is just ever so ever so flattering. It's a nice looking lab. I've heard good and bad things about Shelly as a manager, but I think I can work with her. I have no idea about the techs I'll be working with at night, but in general, I get along with most people, so I'm not real worried. The patient population will be more challenging, which is a little worrisome, but it will also be more interesting. This will be a way to stretch my technical abilities, and I'm looking forward to that. Because this is in a hospital, there are a number of extra hoops to jump through. There is a very thorough background check, which takes 60 or more days to complete. They need to know about every vaccination pretty much ever, but it sounds like I can get a blood draw to establish what all I've been vaccinated against, since I'm pretty sure I don't have my childhood vaccination record, anymore. I'll need to get a Mantou done, again. (That's a test to see if you've been exposed to TB.) No big deal, just some pin pricks and some blood. The company will pay to have them done. There's an application that is, quite literally, a half-inch thick. Shelly says don't worry about it, she'd be happy to meet me for coffee and help me fill out the parts I'm having trouble with. (She likes me, she really likes me!) We finished up with a quick visit to HR, which was a bit of chit-chat about nothing important, and finished with HR saying, "So, is it a go?" and Shelly saying, "Yes, I mean, it is, isn't it?" and me saying,"Oh, absolutely, I really want this."
I'm actually really pleased and excited about this change. It will be a couple of months, minimum, and certain amount of bureaucratic pain in the ass. But it will save me probably $80 a month in gas, and almost 45 minutes in commute time. Additionally, the shift is one hour shorter, although they pay me the same, so that's almost two extra hours each work day that I get back, which is damn exciting in it's own right. (I'm totally planning on spending them asleep.) The patients will be somewhat more varied, although also somewhat sicker. There will be more one-on-ones, which means that I will more often than now have one patient instead of two. That can be a good thing. There will be a change of scene. Although I probably won't, I could potentially get rid of my car and take the bus. I expect I will actually drive, which probably makes me a bad person, but gods, the convenience.
As for Andrew's prayers, my understanding is that god always answers prayer, so I guess he must have said no.
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Date: 2014-04-04 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-04 03:54 pm (UTC)In any case, they don't seem to be listening.
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Date: 2014-04-04 04:03 pm (UTC)Look, if prayer would do that, I would totally get on board. So very, very done with winter. But, um, have you talked to Marissa about this? Seems like she might have opinions. Or, possibly even, Opinions.
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Date: 2014-04-04 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-04-04 04:03 pm (UTC)Actually, Lydy, the one and only time God ever spoke to me was when I prayed for you. Well, "speak" is an exaggeration, but I think a horselaugh counts.
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Date: 2014-04-04 04:05 pm (UTC)w00t!
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Date: 2014-04-04 04:46 pm (UTC)So... the opportunity to get away from a co-worker that until now you did not think of as stalker-y is now maybe the best part of all of it. Win-win-WIN.
How wonderful that your new supervisor is so eager to have you. Must be a nice feeling.
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Date: 2014-04-04 10:44 pm (UTC)And no, Christians are not supposed to pray that way. The idea is to pray for the greatest good and trust that God's higher wisdom may know what that is when we don't.
I agree with Dreamshark that parting company with this guy is another win.
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Date: 2014-04-04 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-04 05:12 pm (UTC)The prayers from a coworker are indeed weird. I always thought it was simply polite not to say "I'm praying for you" or "praying for this thing for you" to people who don't believe in prayer, but then maybe he doesn't know you don't.
Also he's doing prayer wrong (IMHO) in another way, that's the sort of thing where were I him, I'd be praying along the lines of "I'd really rather Lydy stay here, but I trust that you know what's best and I pray that things go that way" or something like that. About what's best for Lydy, not him. Sheesh. I thought prayer was "please please please let this happen, but you're God and you know best and I leave it in your hands." I mean, it's about faith and stuff, duh. And what's best for all parties, not just one person.
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Date: 2014-04-06 02:41 am (UTC)Indeed, especially not just for one's own self to benefit in particular. Or so I understand.
Hmm, the very Christian ex (who knew Ross Pavlac from church) had their small prayer circle praying for me to find God-as-they-defined-it. I am divorced but no grown-ass kids (dual citizen or any other flavor), so I'm guessing that that effort didn't work.
So if you pray for something unkind or unethical, presumably god notices this and doesn't behave badly, or something?
OK, now I want to know why we haven't had a TV series (reality or other) called "Gods Behaving Badly." Sure, that's the SUBTEXT for so many things, but I would totally watch that series.
OTOH, hooray for possibly falling into a new-to-you job without really trying! Job hunting is one of the most stressful life activities ever, and it seems like you've bypassed the worst part.
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Date: 2014-04-04 05:35 pm (UTC)Are you resisting the urge to tell Andrew something like "Great news, I got the job, God is on my side, not yours"?
(While I am strongly in favor of mass transit, most transit systems aren't really set up for night shifts, at least at the level where you can rely on it for every day. So taking the bus sometimes sounds like a good idea, but giving up your car probably wouldn't be.)
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Date: 2014-04-04 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-04-04 07:30 pm (UTC)But I finished your episode, and it does after all.
So what does the change in location mean in commute time saved, and in shift timing?
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Date: 2014-04-04 09:40 pm (UTC)I hope that all goes smoothly with the approval and transition.
More sleep! Yay!
ETA: Oh, and it's a Mantoux test. I fail it; apparently I was exposed to TB at some point in nursing school, and now have to have a chest X ray if I need to prove that I'm free of TB. One advantage of no longer working in the healthcare field is that I don't have to have those periodically (annually at one job, every three years at another).
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Date: 2014-04-05 12:26 pm (UTC)Ick, prayer.
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Date: 2014-04-05 07:05 pm (UTC)All that said, the new job sounds great and being wanted is jus the absolute best. Yay.
K.
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