jackabbot: (stethoscope)
2025-09-23 02:06 pm
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Gainfully employed

Jack hadn’t been sure about his ability to get a job here until he’d started looking. There were a surprising number of potential jobs, though, even in a relatively small town like this. There was an urgent care facility that wanted another staff doctor and there was an opening for a clinical diagnosis professor at the med school that specifically stated it wanted someone with ER experience. He’d never taught a structured class, but he did teach. He did it every single day with the med students, interns, and residents. He was pretty good at it, if you asked him, although he knew he could always be better.   The hospital was where he really wanted to work, though, and fortunately Robby let him know that one of their night shift ER attendings had just moved away. Jack wasn’t sure how anyone moved away from a town that couldn’t be left, but some things weren’t worth trying to understand and he also wasn’t going to look any gift horses in any mouths.

He applied online just like anyone else and put Robby down as a reference. There wasn’t anyone else to put down, actually but Robby was probably enough of a reference. He’d gotten a call from the hiring manager about an hour after he finished with all the various application details, which had involved uploading a hastily recreated resume and then entering most of the same information again in all the little fields of the online application. Whoever built these online application portals was a sadist and he meant that in the most literal sense.

They’d asked him to come in for an interview the next day, so they were definitely looking to fill this position quickly. He understood, though. Being down an attending made shift scheduling even more like herding cats than usual.

He put on the suit he’d just bought for this purpose and presented himself as ordered at the appointed time. After that, the interview had gone well. They’d thrown the usual kind of questions about standard of care and diagnostic procedures at him, but it wasn’t ever any worse than being put on the spot in med school. He’d also detected a little bit of prejudice at his path to med school from one of the doctors on the panel, but he’d heard that before and didn’t give a shit. He’d gotten here and he was a damn good doctor.

Dr. Shah had definitely been skeptical that Jack could have known Dr. Michael Robinavitch for thirty years and had joked that Jack and Robby must have met when they were in high school. It hadn’t actually been that far off, but Jack had politely chuckled and confirmed that the timeline was correct. Dr. Shah had also read from Robby’s email recommending Jack, which noted that Robby considered Jack one of the finest doctors he’d ever met and that Robby would and had trusted Jack to handle any injury, situation, or diagnosis he might come across. Jack had known that was how Robby felt about his skills, but it was still nice to hear it.

The same interviewer who had questioned how he’d gotten from the Army to med school and fucking smirked when Jack mentioned the GI Bill had also questioned why Jack wasn’t a Chief Attending. Jack thought he might hear a little bit of a suggestion that Jack wasn’t good enough for a Chief position or maybe an attempt to see if Jack would say something about why he’d left the Army other than his bland statement that he’d been medically retired, but either way, that was more bullshit and he said so. He used more polite words, but he made sure Dr. Evenson knew that Jack knew he was capable of being a Chief Attending in every possible way and just did not want to be. He was also pretty clear that he wasn’t going to be sharing any details beyond what he’d already said. He knew he would be disclosing his disability if and when he was hired, but only to HR. His mostly-polite refusal to take Evenson’s bait had made the other interviewers smile, so he had a feeling Dr. Evenson was not well-liked. There was always one.

In the end, they all smiled and shook his hand and said he’d hear from them in the next week or two. Almost as soon as the panel of doctors filed out of the room, though, the hiring manager informed him that he was hired and that they’d like him to come in on Thursday September 25 for all the paperwork with his first actual shift on Friday September 26 from 1900 to 0700.

So that was that. He had a job, and he had the job he wanted.  He shook the hiring manager's hand one more time and got in the elevator to go down to the lobby.   If he was lucky, Robby might not be too busy and Jack could tell him the good news in person.  If he had his hands full, literally or figuratively, Jack would just text him. 
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2025-09-08 12:02 pm

Voicemail

The number you have called is not available.  Please leave a message after the tone.  
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2025-09-08 12:01 pm

Mailbox

Leave mail here and he might look at it eventually.  
jackabbot: (ohwhatfreshhell)
2025-09-07 05:50 pm
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Arrival

Jack had gone home, eaten, taken care of his leg, showered, then collapsed into the bed that was, still, too large. He didn’t have any real expectation of getting more than a few hours of sleep, especially after the way the shift ended today, but that just kept his body clock set for the night shift. That was what he told his therapist and the docs at the VA, anyway.

He woke up slowly after a dreamless sleep and laid in the bed for a few more minutes than he might have normally. He was off tonight and there wasn’t too much he needed to do. His laundry was clean and folded, the few dishes he actually got dirty cooking for one were done, and he’d even been to the grocery store recently. He thought about reading a book that had been on his side table long enough for it to be dusty.

The condo was always too quiet, so he opened the police scanner app on his phone and selected the Pittsburgh PD stream for background noise as he started to move around. He wondered if Raymond Orser’s family had come by and if the letter had helped. He hoped it had. He’d seen too many letters written by too many commanding officers, but he also knew they needed to be written. There needed to be more than two people in a uniform on a porch, whether it was a military uniform or a police uniform.

The scanner had been reporting the usual combination of traffic accidents, break-ins, domestic disputes, and missing persons. The rhythm of the dispatcher and the officers was almost like listening to someone calling cadence. He got down on the floor and started doing pushups, then situps, feeling his muscles warm as he focused on proper form and repetitions. Both types of cadence were broken suddenly by the words, “Automatic fire! Automatic fire! Active shooter, all units respond, PittFest, Point State Park.”

His adrenaline spiked, just for a moment. Robby had given Jake his tickets to PittFest. The chances of Jake or Leah being involved were low, but not zero. The chances were never zero, unless they were talking about the chances of everything going well on any given day.

The scanner traffic continued and it became clear that this was going to be a mass casualty event and that PTMC would be the primary facility.  Robby and the day shift were going to need backup staff, and he was sure he’d get a text in the next few minutes asking him to come in. He didn’t need it, though. He was already donning his leg and getting into a clean pair of scrubs. He went to the bathroom since god only knew the next time he’d have a chance to piss, then grabbed his go bag from the corner of the living room and headed out. It was going to be a long night for everyone.

There were distant sirens as he ate a protein bar and walked the few blocks to PTMC. They’d get closer soon, and he couldn’t help but think of the sound of Dustoffs arriving. The glass doors to the hub were in front of him as he walked in from the ambulance bay and he could see Robby starting to direct people. Just as the automatic doors opened to let him step in, he was suddenly not in the hub. He was in a hospital, but it wasn’t PTMC. He didn’t recognize any of these people or any of their uniform colors.

What the fuck had just happened?