I will admit, I was nervous. This twenty minute interview would have a long lasting effect on the rest of my life. Not something to be taken lightly.
I prepared as best I could, but in these situations most things work best when they happen spontaneously. “Don’t over-think it,” I reminded myself as I sat down in the faded, used-to-be-orange-and-green striped chair across a well organised desk from a large woman in an equally faded green uniform.
My interviewer rattled off the prerequisite yes/no questions like a friendly Gatling gun. Thankfully my answers corresponded with the one’s I’d given earlier in the written part of the interview.
She walked behind me and tinkered with some odd smelling machinery, took some rather personal measurements, and sat back down again.
With one be-ringed hand she handed over a booklet full of detailed instructions, asked me if I had any questions then bade me farewell and pointed me in the direction of the main exit doors.
I blinked away my moment of disorientation and waited for my brain to reconnect and remind me where I’d parked my car. Before I drove away, I paused for another moment, of reflection this time.
I knew I’d aced the questions at this pre-op surgical interview at the hospital, but like all interviewees, I did wonder if I got the job!
“The very first requirement in a hospital is that it should do the sick no harm” – Florence Nightingale, 1820-1910, social reformer and founder of modern nursing