Archive for December, 2007

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Dos!

21 December 2007

Alrighty, two for two. Yale invited me for an interview. And it continues to be clear that Yale treats its prospective students pretty darn well – they sent a letter AND an email, offering a full day with orientations, tours, financial aid sessions, and a one-on-one interview with a faculty member in your intended specialty. My interviewer has published four books (one of which won the AJN’s Book of the Year Award) and about a million articles, and developed her own theory of home health nursing. Yipes! Eek! Ack! Gah!

But back to my point — Yale is even offering two potluck suppers with current YSN students during interviews as well as a moderated discussion board w/a current GEPN participating. Talk about rolling out the red carpet. It just goes to show you: top-ranked program or not, Ivy League institutions know how to play the admissions game.

In other news, my suit from 2001 still fits.
Unfortunately, it makes me look like Ellen DeGeneres…

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A million things to do? Sounds good.

18 December 2007

So I gave my notice. This is the first time I’ve quit a job because I had too little to do. Normally you fire people when they don’t do anything for 8 hours and still try to collect a paycheck. Or if they go home in the middle of their shift to have a beer and play Wii. But oh no, not me. I gave my notice and my boss took it personally. Apparently I should be grateful to have a job that lets me sit on my ass all evening and play on the Internet. But I gotta be honest, I’m just not cut out for this kind of work.

It wasn’t always like this. When I first came on, we were crazy busy, running around the ED, enrolling patients for studies, collecting blood samples and prepping them for shipping, talking with staff, doing tons of paperwork. There were a bunch of RAs, and we always had work to do. But that all went out the window when so-and-so bought out so-and-so, and all our studies got put on hold. We let one person go, and I went part-time so that we wouldn’t have to lay off a second. It’s been three months now. We thought we’d have more work come November, November became December, I’ll be amazed if anything gets going before Feb.

So I’m going back to my previous position on the admin staff of the ED. Where the phone never stops ringing, the patients keep complaining, the equipment is always breaking, and best of all, where you know you’ll be shit on by the full complement of staff and street trash.

Can’t wait.

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Uno!

17 December 2007

Well, I did get an interview at UW. Which took a bit of the edge off the anxiety I’ve been feeling over the last few weeks. Unfortunately, the stress sprung right back as I faced the decision of whether or not to make the $500 trip to Seattle for a single half-hour interview. I assumed that the interview would be a bigger deal — a tour, info session, interview, etc (like I’ve heard UCSF’s and Yale’s are) but that is not the case. It really is a *small* program: last year they only admitted 24 students.

But eek, a half hour? Half a grand and 15 hours of travel…. for 30 minutes of group-applicant agony? Ugh. But the thought of a phone interview just makes me cringe. I’m sure I’d still do okay, but I just know how much more confident I would be in person, seeing my “competition” and interviewers face-to-face. I’ve done enough hiring myself to know how important it is to meet people, no matter what their resume says or how scintillating they are on the phone. I remember one intern applicant I talked up for two weeks, based on her emails, resume, and a fascinating hour-long phone call… She went to Harvard! She was hilarious and knew her shit and we’d be so lucky to snag her! Only to finally interview her in person and be blown away… by what a disappointment she was.

So, that’s it, I’m going. I don’t want to get the rejection letter and wonder, “Was it because of the phone interview?” And ultimately, I really want to see Seattle. If I’m going to suffer through Orgo and Human Anatomy this spring, I’m going to need serious motivation. If I go there and hate it, I won’t have to bother.

Unless, of course, I don’t get any other interview invites.
Sorry, that’s my ulcer talking.