Post by Patty Ridge on Mar 4, 2008 0:54:57 GMT -5
((OPEN))
This was it. This was her time to prove to the doctors in Harlem Hospital that they needed a nurse. Granted she would have her work cut out for her to prove to these boneheaded sexists that she was worthy enough to work in their presence, but it would be worth it in the end.
"May I help you?" a wiry fellow at the front desk asked.
"Yes you may." Pat stated raising her eyebrows. "I'm applying for a nursing position." she added brightly. Maybe it was too bright...She would have to intimidate this one.
"Ma'am, I am going to need your name, address, references, Files from past experience, a note from the medical school you attended and then you will be asked to pass a mathematical test. Please print all of it on this paper" the attendant said in a flat monotone voice, as if he was a recording and pushed a piece of paper in front of her.
Pat put her hands on her hips, "The only thing I've got is my name and address sir to go on the paper, but right here - " she rummaged around in her jacket pocket and pulled out her medal, "Right here aughta say everything else I need." she said slapping the medal down on his desk.
He didn't even glance at the medal, but went on to say, "So you think you are qualified to be a nurse here because of this piece of metal?"
That was it. He'd just popped a fuse. "I'm more qualified to be a nurse than you are to piss! If you'd been through half of the things I've been through, you'd be begging at my feet for me to apply here! No, I take that back, you wouldn't have even survived the things I went through! You worthless piece of -" Her rant was cut off by a hand on her arm. She realized that she had clenched her fists in this whole process, and had been about to punch the skinny little man behind the desk.
This was it. This was her time to prove to the doctors in Harlem Hospital that they needed a nurse. Granted she would have her work cut out for her to prove to these boneheaded sexists that she was worthy enough to work in their presence, but it would be worth it in the end.
"May I help you?" a wiry fellow at the front desk asked.
"Yes you may." Pat stated raising her eyebrows. "I'm applying for a nursing position." she added brightly. Maybe it was too bright...She would have to intimidate this one.
"Ma'am, I am going to need your name, address, references, Files from past experience, a note from the medical school you attended and then you will be asked to pass a mathematical test. Please print all of it on this paper" the attendant said in a flat monotone voice, as if he was a recording and pushed a piece of paper in front of her.
Pat put her hands on her hips, "The only thing I've got is my name and address sir to go on the paper, but right here - " she rummaged around in her jacket pocket and pulled out her medal, "Right here aughta say everything else I need." she said slapping the medal down on his desk.
He didn't even glance at the medal, but went on to say, "So you think you are qualified to be a nurse here because of this piece of metal?"
That was it. He'd just popped a fuse. "I'm more qualified to be a nurse than you are to piss! If you'd been through half of the things I've been through, you'd be begging at my feet for me to apply here! No, I take that back, you wouldn't have even survived the things I went through! You worthless piece of -" Her rant was cut off by a hand on her arm. She realized that she had clenched her fists in this whole process, and had been about to punch the skinny little man behind the desk.
