After complaining that weeks had gone by without a word...well, it was simply that I was not hearing back.Seven deaneries, and not one wanted to interview me. Not even my own - where I had studied and spent the one and a half years of my working life.
As so many of my colleagues applying to the same specialty have been offered jobs already, I had to find out where I went wrong.
So I called a few deaneries and emailed a couple of others. The ones that gave immediate replies either said that feedback was impossible given the large number of applicants (so I have no clue where I was marked down...well, I can guess, but still...), while one said that my score was so low I didn't even make it into their reserve list.
The tears started to prick.
To top it off, I received an email from a deanery, which upto then no one had heard from, regretting that they could not offer me an interview - the cut off score from applications was 10.5, and my score was 10.
My top lip was going, and I couldn't stop the tears.
Luckily my next patient was running late.
The drive home was equally difficult - battling Friday traffic with tears rolling down my cheeks and struggling to concentrate.
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