USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE

USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE
USING A SCRIPT FONT ON A WORD DOC IS NOT A SIGNATURE

I already had a headache before I picked up the phone.

Me, at beginning of scheduled phone screen: "Thank you, Candidate, for setting up this time to speak with me today."
Candidate: "Actually, we set up the time yesterday."
Me: (speechless as head throbs)

Ow.

From resume (emphasis added for leg-cross-inspiring misspelling):

"Duties: Pulling Charts putting the right documents in the chart taking Vital Signs screening Patients getting them ready for the Dr. Giving Injections doing EKG Test. Weighing Patients setting up tray for Pap Simmer, Assisting Dr. with Pap Simmer. Assisting Dr. with I&D minor Surgery."

Not even going to comment on the worrying possibility that this individual is helping with ANY surgery, minor or not.

Another reason I distrust Western medicine.

A few years back, I worked in Staffing at a major hospital.

Because I was the young whippersnapper on staff, I got stuck with the task of retrieving passwords for employees for the internal job posting site.

So one day, I get a message from one of the staff nurses who needs a password reminder so she can apply for another position at the hospital.

I check in the system and her password was - I shit you not - BLACKDEATH.

Despite the really excellent health plan and stellar reputation of this organization...let's just say I did not avail myself of their services very often.

So it is written; so it shall be done.

On Friday, I spoke thusly:

"This week TRULY put the 'ill' in ill-suited."

And so of course now I am actually truly ill.

Nevertheless, no rest for those who are paid hourly and don't get sick time, so still recruiting. But what little energy my tiny mitochondria are able to squeeze out is completely taken up by the simply completing my tasks, so I have nothing left over with which to reflect upon (and get irritated by) said tasks.

(Sweet fancy corn how many prepositions were in that paragraph? I can't count that high.)

Anyhoodle, in short: I am even more tedious and boring than ever.

So here's something more engaging. This is a) a pretty awesome little project and b) what, when I am functioning at capacity, I am normally fantasizing about when being/talking to the corporate drones.