New Job!

Way, way back in February/March, I applied for a job. I saw it listed on craigslist, I was qualified, and it was a pay raise. I figured it wouldn't hurt, but that I probably wouldn't get it.

The company is called On Site, and what they do is they work with big companies to open clinics that are for the employees of that company and their families. The goal is to save money and provide better healthcare for these employees. The job would be a medical assistant at a clinic inside of Blendtec, a company that manufactures and distributes high quality blenders. (You can watch their "Will it Blend?" videos on YouTube.)

They called. I had a phone interview, I had an interview with the office manager, I had an interview with the CEO and medical director of On Site, I had an interview with the provider at the clinic, and a group interview with the president of Blendtec, the liason between Blendtec and On Site, the CEO of On Site and the provider, and a working interview. And, after all of that, I got an email saying I didn't get the position.

I was crushed! Throughout the whole interview process, I had really fallen in love with the job and with both companies. I loved On Site's commitment to affordable patient care, I loved Blendtec's focus on providing a healthy working environment to their employees and the way that they provided for the needs of the whole person. I loved the clinic, it was so beautiful and clean.

But, I didn't get the job. So, I licked my wounds, I picked up where I left off, and life continued.

About two or three weeks ago, I got a call. It was On Site, and they were wondering if I was still interested! Perhaps if it had been a different job at a different company, I would have said No, but I was so impressed with both organizations and I felt very strongly that I wanted to be a part if their team. On Wednesday, I got the news that I was finally, finally being offered the position, and I gladly accepted!

I am very, very exited to embark on this new adventure! On the other hand, I am sad to be leaving the clinic. I will miss my coworkers, I will miss seeing my father in law every day (although we will most likely be over at the house to visit more often now), and most of all, I will miss my patients. Yes, even the ones that drive me crazy! I love them all, and I am honored that I was able to help improve their lives, even if it was only in a small way.

Of course, now I will be moving on to a new set of patients, and a new group of people I can help, even if it's only in a very small way. As Walt Disney said in one of my favorite movies of all time, "We keep moving forward." Forward I go onto the next adventure!!