Today was the first day of orientation for the new job, and it was ... long.
Orientation is held at the core hospital for the health care system for which I will be working. And there were lots of malfunctioning Powerpoint presentations, and lots of stuff to learn, and some pretty f*cking depressing videos.
The "active shooter" video was not easy to watch, in particular since there WAS an active shooter situation with multiple fatalities in my little town not that many years ago. The gist of the active shooter training seemed to be, well, RUN, unless you don't where the shooter is or how many shooters there are (which would seem to be the situation most of the time, I would imagine), in which case you should HIDE, which was presented as a pretty piss-poor option although it was the one I can most imagine myself picking, and if all else fails you should FIGHT LIKE HELL. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.
yeah, no. I'm not going up against anybody with a semi-automatic, excuse me while I cower in the corner over here.
And then there was the video about a 17-month-old toddler, admitted for trauma, who died as the result of a pharmacy screw-up. Complete with, I sh*t you not, a photo montage set to Garth Brooks' "The Dance", like, yes, a baby dying because of a completely preventable error isn't already sad enough, let's set it to a heart-rending song. I don't even HAVE kids and I was crying. Christ.
And then it was time to learn more stuff, and absorb more information, and Round 2 is tomorrow. Onward! Hopefully the presenters tomorrow will be a little better with the Powerpoint. And I'm thinking the actual job is going to be a piece. of. cake. after I get done wading through all this.
Oh! And I got my ID badge today. I'm official. :)
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- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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8 comments:
Did you give notice yet or did I miss something.
Yep, my current boss knows I'm out the door.
And, what was his reaction (if that isn't too personal a question)?
Well, as soon as he cut my hours, I told him that I was going to start looking for another position, so it wasn't like I sprung it on him out-of-the-blue. But he still seemed a little taken aback that I found another job so soon.
And I feel no guilt whatsoever, of course. That racist f*ck sh*tcanned me a month after I hit 30 years employment, with no warning (well, two weeks), no severance, no pension and no retirement. F*cker.
haha no I'm not bitter. :) I start training in my new career on Monday morning.
(Gulp...) Monday morning is good for us!
OMG I did not realize it was thirty years with that asshole. And you got nothing, WTF.
well, that was rough. doesn't even compare to my weird orientation story which was 'if there is a fire you can break through this wall using your chair' because the room didn't have two official fire exits.
Tails, I would laugh at that except, well ... WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE THINKING?! Yeah, I'm the Incredible Hulk over here, I'll just bust right through that wall.
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