The Match…All of my hard work, pining, anxiety, anxious carpet pacing, Scrubs watching, sparse sleep and husband-Skyping led up to yesterday. It all culminated in an epic moment of email checking, a flurry of texting, and almost-vomiting in anticipation.
For you non-pharmacy individuals, I am talking about the American Society of Hospital Pharmacy Match. AKA The. Most. Stressful. Thing. Ever. (at this point in my life). Basically we pharmacy kids are really encouraged to do clinical residencies. A residency typically takes place at a hospital (though there are some community and outpatient styles cropping up as well), and you work your butt of for a year and get paid half as much. In essence you learn a TON by going through a bunch of different clinical rotations, do a big research/improvement project, and get exposure to a lot of cool and different stuff. It makes you much more competitive in the job market, and just and all around stud. Sounds amazing right? Problem – there aren’t enough residencies for everyone.
Statistically speaking there are enough positions for about 2/3 of the applicants, which doesn’t sound that bad, and it isn’t really…unless you’re restricted to a certain area or a big metropolitan centers, or are really picky about where you’re applying. For example: many of the Portland-Metro area’s residency programs had ~100 applicants for 4 positions or less. Of the 100 they interview 30. I decided to keep my applications restricted to PDX because it’s where my husband is and where we’d like to be for now. I applied to 5 places. I got full interviews at 2. Within these 2 sites they each had two different residency programs, meaning I was eligible for four spots.
The interview and rank process:
For the big facilities that get lots of applicants interviews are a group affair. I was with a group of 4 – 5 other candidates for my interviews, and while the actual interview process is individually conducted you basically spend the day with others. The interviews are full 8 hour day events where you experience situational, professional, clinical, and behavioral type questions, evaluate and present a patient case, give a presentation, and have a tour/meet everyone that ever worked at the hospital ever. By the end of the interview you are totally exhausted, you go home, you drink a beer, you snuggle your dogs/husband, and you sleep.
Regardless of how awesome you are or how stellar your interview went you still have a couple weeks to dissect what happened and determine how you probably utterly botched your chances with a shoddy answer, etc. While you are busy berating yourself for being an total failure you have to “rank” the places you interviewed at. Basically you tell a computer system that out of all the sites you went to you liked them from best to least in this order. Then all the sites rank all the candidates they interviewed based on who they liked from best to least. If you and the program you interviewed at rank each other in the top spot, bah-dah-bing, bah-dah-boom, YOU MATCH. You have a job next year! Flowers and confetti rain from the ceiling and you get a tiny unicorn for a pet. If not it goes through a process of seeing if you “kind sorta match” and then pairs you. If no one you like ranks you highly odds are you didn’t match…your pet unicorn dies and you wallow in a puddle of chocolate and kleenex.
Here’s the tricky part. As long as your participating in the Match you are contractually bound to work for the organization that you match with. Which means that while you’re waiting for results you can’t job hunt. The Match results aren’t released until March 21st. I was watching Facebook posts crop up from all my friends stating where they were going to be employed next year. Meanwhile that little voice in my head was saying, “You don’t have a job, you probably won’t match, you’ll probably end up living in a box, and probably not even a refrigerator box because those are too nice and expensive for you.”
The tiny voice in my head is a total jerk. In the interest of incorporating more graphics into my blogs here’s a picture of my dogs looking at me and telling me the tiny voice in my head is (in fact) a total d-bag, and that I should listen to them because they think that I’m pretty much the best thing since sliced bread.
Yesterday was March 21st. The Match results were supposed to be released at 12:00 pm EST. At 6 am two of my girlfriends texted me and asked where I’d placed. And I thought – silly girls, the results aren’t even posted yet. To which they both retorted…have you checked?
First thought: they talked to someone else who already got their results. I don’t have an email. FRICK!
I quickly checked my email and saw I had a message from the ASHP site. Heart pounding, palms sweaty, totally expecting the first line to be “We’re sorry. Thanks for playing.”
First actual words of the email? “Congratulations!” I’m pretty sure my mouth dried up so bad at this point that I could have sanded a wooden post with my tongue. I quickly read on to discover I had matched with my top choice. I immediately called my husband (and woke him up) and we had a brief telephonic celebration full of me squealing and jumping around and him groggily congratulating me. The rest of the day was filled with finding out where my friends matched and a fair bit of happiness tinged with some disappointment.
In any case, after months of agony and worry. It’s over.
But wait…I’m doing a residency now. It’s not over. Actually, if I understand correctly…my sleepless nights are just beginning.
Sleepless nights, I think there’s a word for that. Oh, yeah…”Adulthood”.