He showed not a hint of warmth or interest in me. Instead he seemed keen to put me down and make me feel unworthy and inferior. He didn’t even shake hands. At the end he told me I would have to wait for his decision about whether he would offer me a post. For not the first time that day, Mr Scabies was flat out wrong. I had already decided I would not have him as my boss. I withdrew my application immediately. I decided I would actually rather be unemployed than work for him. Thankfully the computer offered me a different surgical post in a different hospital, which I gladly accepted.
I was an ICU RN at the time. I took a phone call from a Dr. For a “direct admit”. That means he has seen the patient and she is enroute to the hospital. He gave me her medical orders for medications, lab work and everything else. She should be here soon. He had just spoken with her and she was on her way in. She had been to her Dr. 2 days before for upper respiratory problems. He was treating her with antibiotics, breathing treatments at home and a few other things. She was just feeling worse. She called her Dr. Back and he sent her up to the hospital for a chest x-ray. She went back home after the x-ray.
The Dr. Got the phone call from the radiologist (Dr. Who reads x-rays). The x-ray showed a “white out” meaning both lungs are full of crap. Her Dr called her and told her to go immediately to the hospital. Then he called me. About 2 hours passed and she hadn’t shown up. I called Dr to let him know. He started trying to find the patient. About 20 minutes later she came walking down the hall with her hubby. I took her straight to her room, gave her a gown, helped her undress and get into the gown. She’s looking pretty good, colors good, speech is easy and clear. She doesn’t seem to be very sick. She and hubby had gone out to dinner and a trip to Walmart enroute to the hospital.
I took her blood pressure and couldn’t find one. I seriously thought the machine was broken. I went out and got another machine and asked another nurse to get me an IV and also call respiratory therapy for an oxygen set up and a nebulizer set up. I was out of the room less than 5 minutes. When I walked in it was obvious she had a significant decline in her health. I yelled out to the hallway for help and hit the code button near the head of her bed. She was unconscious and not breathing by the time help arrived.
Never caught her in the act at home but she left clues. We had been married at the time for 9 years when it came out. We both worked at the same company only different shifts,I was on day shift and her on nights. The thought of her cheating never crossed my mind until I noticed things were missing. Now we always had some condoms in our bathroom for when she was on her period for additional protection. One day as I was grabbing something from the medicine cabinet I hit the box and it fell out.
As luck would have it, our paths crossed again professionally, more than once, and each time only reinforced that I had made the correct decision. To be clear, within the terms of the question, the person who failed the interview wasn’t me: it was him. My gf used to stay up late. I would go to bed around 11pm to midnight, she would stay up usually till around 3 in the morning on her Facebook on the computer. My morning ritual was wake up, doing my bathroom business, brushing teeth etc… and then hop on the computer to check my email and facebook page.