My Experience At The Old Age Home

The stone mansion looked huge and stunning when I first saw it after getting down from the auto. What was more stunning was the lush green garden surrounding the mansion. I paid the auto driver and looked at the huge gates made of wrought iron with the name of the old age home embossed on it with golden color in bold letters. The name seemed old fashioned but my doubts were cleared when the security checked my name against the computer confirming my appointment and gave me a swipe card to reach the main entrance. Not so old fashioned after all. I made my way towards the reception through the pathway in between the most beautiful lawn I had ever seen. There were swings, round tables with chairs, many trees and beautiful street lamps along the pathway. I did not see a single elderly man or woman anywhere there. Suddenly I became nervous. I reached the reception after swiping my card on the electronic main door, where a lady with a very beautiful smile greeted me with a Namaste. I told her that I had come for the interview for the post of Assistant Manager – Operations by showing her my interview confirmation letter. She looked at my face again which made me more nervous and told me to wait in the visitors room onto my left. She said she will get back to me soon.

“Shirley” a voice echoed from nowhere. I was startled after hearing my name. I regained my composure and said it’s me and stood up from the chair I was comfortably sitting. It was a different woman this time, tall, slim and elegantly dressed. She also had a beautiful smile on her face. She told me to follow her and lead me to another room. There were already an old woman and a man in his late 40’s sitting on the other side of a table. The lady who took me till there, joined them on the third chair besides them. They told me to take my seat opposite to them. I fiddled with the folder I was carrying and took out my resume and passed it across to them. They took it from me and without looking at it kept it down. I was even more nervous. The old lady who had a bob cut hair and wearing small specs adjusted it and spoke. So you have 2 years of experience in hospital management. Without giving me a gap to respond she continued. ”And you are a graduate in BCom and have a MBA in hospital and healthcare management
“. I nodded. Why did you quit your job at the hospital? I told them that I was looking for a better prospect and career growth like any other MBA grads would say without even thinking when asked this question. What makes you think that working in an old age home would help you achieve career growth? The late 40’s looking man asked me. That was a really good question. The main and the only reason for me applying for this post was not for the job title as Asst manager but the pay part of it which said 9.75 lakhs with additional perks. I was getting only 4.5 lakhs at the hospital doing night shifts and listening to patients crying and cribbing and getting myself screamed at by manager for no apparent reason, who had high BP himself but took no medication. But I very confidently replied saying that I was very much interested in NGO related work and like social welfare work and had taken up hospital management as a major in MBA when all others took marketing and finance. Anyways those marketing guys ended up selling credit cards and insurance or begging US and UK corporates to buy their company’s IT solutions at 2 in the morning. The finance guys ended up approving home loans and bike loans in a basement of some banks. I thought in my head.

The elegantly dressed lady asked me what my job description was at the hospital. I told them that I have done everything possible at the hospital including admission of a patient to settling his bills, taking care of insurance works, consoling the patients before operations (which was not in my job description) to taking care of cremation work as well, ensuring hygienic conditions prevail at all the time and coordinating the nurses working times to ensure availability of the nurses at all times etc etc. I went on for 2 more minutes about my achievements and highlighting situations where I was appreciated by the management blah blah (which was a made up story on the fly). I ended my adventurous stories with a smile and pride on my face.

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