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[aprilstarchild]

Bahahahaha. Thanks to tee_moss for posting that one.

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Soooo my "working interview" apparently went okay. For now, anyway, I have a job.



-it's tedious as fuck. They have electronic health records, which is YAAAY but that means someone has the shitty job of scanning things (outside records, consults, some labs, forms the patient fills out) and then picking them over with a fine tooth comb, to make sure they're in the computer under the right date, the right provider, the right patient name, the right kind of paper (consult? which kind? what doctor did it?), and whether or not their PCP signed it. Guess who's job that shit is? MINE.

-it's way the fuck out there. Now admittedly we're not talking Cornelius here. I ride my bike downtown, get on the max, take it to Sunset, ride two more miles. It's almost an hour and a half via bus/max/bus, it's about an hour with the bike. But still. That's a pretty solid commute. And while the ride from the transit center is pretty much downhill on the way there, it's steep as fuck on the way back. There was a five minute wait for the max, and I took it back downtown, and I was all the way downtown before that wheezing feeling completely went away. On the upside, I might get better at riding hills, and the max is almost empty both ways, so I can sit down and knit.

And since Sunset TC is zone three, I have to buy an all-zone bus pass, which will be about 10% of my paltry income.

But the length of the commute wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that:

-I only work 25 hours a week. Which is, at $12 an hour, just barely enough to for rent/food/a very occasional meal/beer outside of the house. I work 8am to 1pm. I won't be able to pay down any of my debts or make any improvements on my bike or go on any trips unless they're extremely cheap (like Stub Stewart was, I paid about six bucks for my share of the cabin, plus my beer and food).

Other complaints:

I was spoiled by my last job's lack of dress code, this place is "business casual" which means no jeans and, I'd guess, no goofy knee socks, no tshirts with stuff on them. So there goes, like, half my wardrobe. I don't have very many non-jean pants these days. I'm going to have to get creative. I might work the knee socks in eventually.

Like all the for-profit medical offices I've worked for, some of the MA's/front desk staff are catty.

The temp agency doesn't give health care. I'll probably still be with the temp agency officially for another ninety days. I don't know if I'll get it when I'm an official employee because I'm part-time. I get another three months of adderall after I've used what I've got and that's it. There is no fucking way in hell I can do this job without it.

Near as I can tell my solutions are: get a second job, get a different job. The job market sucks--remember all those resumes (with lovely cover letters) I sent out last week? I never got any phone calls, just one email saying that position had already been filled.

The temp agency says they have 300 people come in each week and place about twenty. YIKES. And they do mostly medical, supposedly the industry that isn't being affected too much by the recession.

As a side note, the guy who gave me my orientation at the temp agency today is a hardcore cyclist, but I don't think he's a bike commuter, I think he rides races and stuff. In any case, his face lit up when he saw my helmet (I didn't ride into Lake Oswego, too far/hilly/don't know a safe route, I took the bike on the bus), and we talked bikes for half an hour! He went on the Worst Day of the Year Ride and swears he remembers both me and Lily. He agrees that I should totally train for a century ride on my mixte. I gotta find one nearby with a semi-flat route, the Portland Century goes over Powell Butte, among other incredibly steep things.

But! I am glad to have a job. I don't have to move back in with my parents. I have escaped, for now, the local 10% unemployment rate. This is a good thing, and I am grateful.

Comments

[5minutelimit.livejournal.com]

The first thing you mentioned I will answer with --Look at it this way: you get to actually read stuff rather than find and deliver it. You get through that as treating each one as a short story in which you have to find the clues and flaws.
Actually I have to check a lot of the stuff you are looking for-- I have to make sure stuff is there and correct.

[aprilstarchild.livejournal.com]

That's the thing--for the most part, I don't get to read it. I'm just looking for What is it/Date/Summary/Pt Name/Is it signed. Supposedly browsing here and there is okay if we keep it zipped (duh). The records here aren't nearly as interesting because it's a family clinic, but that does mean that the stuff I like reading (psych/behavioral/etc) is fewer and farther apart. So I guess that's okay. I can read all the psych stuff I want because there won't be much of it.

[underthethrow.livejournal.com]

*you might also want to wash your keyboard*

LMAOOOOOO

[encapsulate.livejournal.com]

There is no safe route to Lake O. Lake O is on 43 between Oregon City and my job.

I need to take 99E in, which is arguably safer. I'll show you my OC->Work route sometime.

With that: Nap until airplane.