No more interviews

6:20pm, pacific standard time, apartment in Chandler, Arizona, USA, Friday evening, July, 8, 2022. I was offered the Area Director position in Rancho Cucamonga today and I accepted. The start date will be the first part of August. In the end, I received a better title, more responsibility and a fairly significant pay increase. And I get to move closer to home. However, the process was more frustrating and humbling than I anticipated. Right now I feel excited about new possibilities but also exhausted. I think I will go to bed really tonight. Thank god I do not have to do any more job interviews.

Chaplain interview

3:92pm, pacific standard time, neighborhood park, Chandler, Arizona, USA, Thursday afternoon, May 19, 2022. Had a good talk with the board liaison for Chaplain endorsement. They will make their final decision on my candidacy tomorrow. I suspect nothing will hold it up,I meet all the requirements and their process is not stringent. Once that is in place I will have all the qualifications to pursue chaplain work again. Presenting as a spiritual candidate is vastly different than interviewing to be a director. I need to keep that in mind as the next few weeks unfold.

Denver

8:38am I got a call from the recruiter for that job I applied for this morning. It is in Denver. An executive director role like I am doing now. No much career growth. The salary is higher. I am a little concerned how easy I could pack up and move to Colorado. I don’t want to. But I am beginning to doubt this jobs viability.

Tired of work

6:55am I am tired of thinking about and writing about work. I looked at other jobs and even applied for one today. I had another nurse call off. That means Three of four triage nurses are out. My clinical director is out. Another nurse turned in her resignation yesterday. I have never seen a program meltdown like this.

Change

5:40am I don’t know how to change. How to be different. I don’t know what I would do if this blog were “discovered.” How would my world change if I received attention? I work in hospice. I have a public persona but the real me remains hidden. Writing these posts is a way to put myself out there to be discovered. But there is dissonance. The hospice director is a carefully crafted facade. It serves purpose. It is a image I use to make money and care for my family. The post writer is the inner me. He is the voice in my head. My best friend. what would I do if people at work saw these posts? What if prospective employers saw them? Family, friends. Strangers? I want more than anything to be known. I want more than anything to remain hidden.

First time

1:43am this is my first time truly leading a hospice operation. I have been around hospice for over 20 years. I have been a director before. I am know what it takes to be successful. What good care looks like. but this is the first time I am in control. When I was the chaplain or in sales I didn’t control clinical services. The first time I was a director I wasn’t engaged. The second time I didn’t have time to get settled. I am in control. I expect excellence from people who represent me. I do not give up.