Humour
There's a guy down the chip shop, swears he's been offered a job with the NHS
29/02/08 07:49
With apologies to the late Kirsty MacColl, I just
couldn't resist the title of this blog. Well in her
song, the guy swears he's Elvis - but I think the
2000s equivalent is probably being offered a job in
the NHS. You may wonder why I say that ... well here
goes ...
I applied for a job a few weeks ago, and was surprised not to have heard anything. We won't mention where the job was, but suffice to say the HR department are clearly very challenged. So, I chased up what had happened - to be sent an indignant email attaching a copy of the letter that had been sent (admittedly nearly 2 weeks after the interview) offering me the job. Well, actually offering someone at a different address on my road but with the same name the job. The address was of the chip shop down the road! No wonder I didn't receive it - but I assume the evening after it arrived, the letter and the plethora of leaflets accompanying the letter were used to wrap up portions of fish and chips. Or maybe a pineapple ring or two.
There's a strange thing called Agenda for Change in the NHS now - I'd heard legend about it before I returned, but am amazed by how it has developed. Remembering the laudable policy intentions behind the change, it appears to have gone terribly wrong. Perhaps it might work with a well-resourced and competent HR function, but I am frankly stunned with how it gets administered across the various NHS organisations to whom I have applied for jobs in the past few months.
I'll update my ramblings further once I accept a job - but in the meantime I am sure that my battering skills will come in handy. What's Frying Tonight? (no jokes about sausages now, remember I don't eat them ...)
One more thing before I end for the night - we had an earthquake in Britain! 5.4 epicentre in Lincolnshire. However, I was just going to sleep in my humble abode in south east London 2 nights ago and my bed began to shake. I thought the rats were back from the supermarket over the road (that I dare not mention even though I know from the pest control people that that's where the rats came from before). Or that a burglar must have been in the house. Why either of those things would have made the bed shake is beyond me, but you know how the mind tries to make things logical when you're half asleep. Who, after all, would have thought it was likely that it was a quake! Anyway, that's been my week - Quake and Chips. Still Friday to go, so we'll see what else will come my way.
I applied for a job a few weeks ago, and was surprised not to have heard anything. We won't mention where the job was, but suffice to say the HR department are clearly very challenged. So, I chased up what had happened - to be sent an indignant email attaching a copy of the letter that had been sent (admittedly nearly 2 weeks after the interview) offering me the job. Well, actually offering someone at a different address on my road but with the same name the job. The address was of the chip shop down the road! No wonder I didn't receive it - but I assume the evening after it arrived, the letter and the plethora of leaflets accompanying the letter were used to wrap up portions of fish and chips. Or maybe a pineapple ring or two.
There's a strange thing called Agenda for Change in the NHS now - I'd heard legend about it before I returned, but am amazed by how it has developed. Remembering the laudable policy intentions behind the change, it appears to have gone terribly wrong. Perhaps it might work with a well-resourced and competent HR function, but I am frankly stunned with how it gets administered across the various NHS organisations to whom I have applied for jobs in the past few months.
I'll update my ramblings further once I accept a job - but in the meantime I am sure that my battering skills will come in handy. What's Frying Tonight? (no jokes about sausages now, remember I don't eat them ...)
One more thing before I end for the night - we had an earthquake in Britain! 5.4 epicentre in Lincolnshire. However, I was just going to sleep in my humble abode in south east London 2 nights ago and my bed began to shake. I thought the rats were back from the supermarket over the road (that I dare not mention even though I know from the pest control people that that's where the rats came from before). Or that a burglar must have been in the house. Why either of those things would have made the bed shake is beyond me, but you know how the mind tries to make things logical when you're half asleep. Who, after all, would have thought it was likely that it was a quake! Anyway, that's been my week - Quake and Chips. Still Friday to go, so we'll see what else will come my way.
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