Exit interview, and etc

Had an exit interview, via phone, this morning, with the nursing home's corporate HR department.

I was brutally, and i mean brutally, honest. I told her everything from the promised 3 weeks of training that worked out to be 5 days (of radically incomplete training), to the personal insults, to the weird phone call from the other office manager who quit the following week, to the stream of visitors to my office last week, telling me that I was doing the right thing by getting out of there.

She said they don't customarily DO exit interviews, but due to the high turnover at the center I worked in, they are starting to do them.

Good idea.

(after I gave notice, the social services director gave notice, the records dept head was fired, and now the HR department head has told me via email that she wants to quit...I was a department head, too....so SOMETHING obviously isn't working!!)

Heh....I started out with "SO—I bet you want to know why I gave up the highest paying job I have EVER had after only three months!"

The only thing I forgot to tell her was the part about how my trainer told me I wasn't allowed to touch payments from residents, but my direct supervisor wanted me to go room to room and collect money from old, sick people, and threaten to kick them out if they didn't pay.

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In other news, the third interview yesterday went fine, I think.

Apparently, however, their idea of "immediate" is different from mine.

My first interview was 3 weeks ago, and they said then that they wanted someone to start immediately.

(this interview was what gave me the courage to quit my job)

At the end of my third interview yesterday, they said "We will probably be making a decision next week. We'll let you know."

Okay then...one month = "immediate."

Whatever.

I look at it this way...the down time is allowing me to recover from the experience of those 3 months in hell.

I have suffered from the effects of extended periods of stress in the past.

There was a 3 year period in the 90's when my three "significant elders" died one after the other.
My adrenal glands stopped working as a result, and it literally took years to get them to mostly function properly again.
They still don't function totally normally, and I react to stress differently than someone who has normal adrenals.

(I think I may have talked about this condition elsewhere in this blog...if so, sorry for the repeat.)

This past year has been nothing but solid stress, with trying to sell my home, and failing, then having to rent to a stranger, finding out she lied to me after it was too late to fix, then moving away from everyone and everything I'd ever known, then.... Dave's heart attack (!!)....

With all of that already having an impact, the horrible job situation, that was just getting worse, was the last straw.
It was beginning to make me sick. I was beginning to see the signs of increased adrenal issues again....so I had to leave.

It has taken DAYS for me to be able to take an actual deep breath, and to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time (I slept for about 5 last night, without waking up!!!).

This is progress!

Somebody up there is watching out for me.....so it's probably a good thing that the interpretation of the word "immediate" can have variables!