Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Wah.
Today I visited the site of my imminent employment.
(Hint : It's a hospital. Subtle, eh?)
Anyhow, I spent a good half hour gawping at fish the size of my car swimming around ponds the size of football fields, and at all the shiny glass walls and windows. I think I can safely say there are NO hospitals in the UK quite as slick, shiny or beautiful. It's clearly designed as a hospital as well, and not from the toilet outwards the way they seem to do it in the NHS.
I blundered into a shopping centre in the hospital. I mean, seriously, what kind of hospital has a mini shopping centre, complete with 7/11, popular bookstore and electrical appliances store? Naturally I had to stop by 7/11 for a slurpee thingummy; it's the whole patient experience thing. I forewent the registration at front desk routine and wandered to medical staffing where I lightened myself of 1 rather expensive bottle of champagne and chatted to a future boss who looked and acted barely older than myself. I suppose she's probably just one of these ageless aes sedai people robert jordan used to write about.
Oh yeah and on the drive back I discovered that it takes a surprising number of muscles in your thighs and bum to operate a car. Believe you me. Especially applying the foot brake at the end of the journey.
(Hint : It's a hospital. Subtle, eh?)
Anyhow, I spent a good half hour gawping at fish the size of my car swimming around ponds the size of football fields, and at all the shiny glass walls and windows. I think I can safely say there are NO hospitals in the UK quite as slick, shiny or beautiful. It's clearly designed as a hospital as well, and not from the toilet outwards the way they seem to do it in the NHS.
I blundered into a shopping centre in the hospital. I mean, seriously, what kind of hospital has a mini shopping centre, complete with 7/11, popular bookstore and electrical appliances store? Naturally I had to stop by 7/11 for a slurpee thingummy; it's the whole patient experience thing. I forewent the registration at front desk routine and wandered to medical staffing where I lightened myself of 1 rather expensive bottle of champagne and chatted to a future boss who looked and acted barely older than myself. I suppose she's probably just one of these ageless aes sedai people robert jordan used to write about.
Oh yeah and on the drive back I discovered that it takes a surprising number of muscles in your thighs and bum to operate a car. Believe you me. Especially applying the foot brake at the end of the journey.
