I was going to post about the job interviews we held yesterday. Interesting experience being on the "other" side of the desk, as an interviewer. We were two, plus our practice manager who was along to help thrash out the finer points of contracts, pay scales and the like. We just wanted to get the cut of the candidate's gib as it were.
We are quite new to this having had a stable complement of docs at the surgery for more than a decade. Also we are looking to appoint two half time job-shares this time around which is, for us, uncharted territory. So enter Drs J and Neighbour, like an unholy pairing of George Dixon and Harry Callahan.
Our victims fell into two broad types, power dressed and confident ("Grey" women) or power dressed and timid ("Beige" women). The determinant seemingly being the choice of suit colour. All had impressive CVs. Enough to make me feel more than a bit inadequate in some cases, (till I dug out my old CV and had a bit of a chuckle: "Represented Muggleton Hospital at football" = three games played by the A&E docs against the nurses-- except that for the last game they drafted in all the porters and their husbands and we got thrashed so that was the end of that..... ).
One of the "Greys" got the gig and seemed quite happy so we shall have to see how this bold experiment works out.* So the only question that remains to be answered is which cop you think I was?
Hold on a minute, I hear you cry. You promised us sheep. We're sure you did. They're even in the title, look, just up there....
And so they are. It will not have escaped your notice that the surgery is in a leafy shire county. Borsetshire to be "exact". I've whittered on about the drive to work before. Leafy lanes and wildlife in abundance. Well after spending a large part of yesterday interviewing it rather ate in to my admin time. But today is Lady J's day off and she had "things to do" in town, so she opted to take the big-red-bus and drive the kids in to school this morning. "So you can have the nippy car, go in early and shift the paperwork before surgery..."
Which was lovely. Until I got to within a mile or so of the surgery and hit a tailback. Which is something we just don't have on my morning "commute". As the massive line of cars (at least five ahead of mine!) snaked around the corner the reason became apparent. One man, two border collies rushing about like exocets, and around a gazillion sheep (well more than a hundred anyway-- I may have dozed off momentarily mid count, as is to be expected). They were expertly herded down the lane and round the corner in a matter of ten minutes or so, but somehow after that I didn't have the heart to race in to surgery Colin McCrea style any more, so I wasn't quite as early in as I'd hoped.
If only I'd had my magnum handy......
*In case you were wondering we appointed the first half of the Job-Share a while ago to an old friend of the practice so we know that part will be fine.