Hello dear reader! It’s time to share the second part of the backstory about how I started rebuilding my life almost from scratch.
And so, I enter the office of the personnel Department of the Ministry of internal Affairs (well, of course, after several hours of waiting, where without this, the correct candidate must “infuse”), with full confidence that I have almost been accepted, there were mere formalities, such as signing a contract. But I was wrong. HR unit checked the completeness and correctness of collected papers by me (please remember this fact, we will need it later), took one copy copies of my documents, copies on the spot they do, the provision of Finance MVD does not allow you to have paper and a printer cartridge. After that, I was informed that I need to pass another medical Commission in the Ministry of internal Affairs (hospital of the Ministry of internal Affairs), issued a referral, put a weak seal and sent to a known address, so that I did not distract them from a Cup of coffee. It was late, so I went to the hospital the next day. Arriving at the hospital, I went to the 5th floor, and my surprise was no limit, the queue of people was in the amount of 30 people, obviously not less. The fact that this is a disciplined organization and everyone will respect their turn, respect each other, and so on, you can not even think about it, forget about it, immediately when you go to the personnel Department — forget it. And so, standing in line, I realized that current employees are no queues, organizing the queue of those who pass without a queue, also has “your” candidates who have a higher class than current employees and are more queue, bypassing all of the usual candidates and current police officers. Pretty pobukhtev about this, about 3 o’clock in the afternoon, I got to the cherished window ( it’s only one by the way), I thought that everything was done, as if not so! I approached a woman with eyes even more angry than the therapist from the hospital where I lived, and gave her the entire package of documents. Checking these documents took her about two minutes, after which she said to me in a victorious and happy voice that “ there is not enough seal on this certificate, go away, next!”, she did not even listen to anything. I went to the other end of the city to correct this flaw, and after that there was no point in going back to the hospital, it was too late. When I woke up the next day, thinking that everything would be fine for sure, I went to the hospital. The queue, the other queue, does not make sense to repeat, I can only add that this pipeline of division into “ordinary mortals”, “our own”, and “absolutely our own” occurs daily and everywhere, I don’t even know what can change this fact. Stoically waiting their turn, and triumphantly handing the woman the documents I had dropped in yesterday, only because next record, which was just under that, which I corrected on the first day, and then I heard the words familiar to me : “here this help is not enough print, go, next!”, as usual, requests for clarification were ignored completely. At this point, I probably had the first doubts, something like this: “is the state structure really so careless or is it just a weak link?”. Having made the path I already knew, having put down the necessary seals, I returned to the woman, stood in line, handed her the documents, do you think she accepted? Ha! Ha! And again HA! As if not so, a little lower in the stack of references, she found another flaw, how meticulous, not putting up with such an outrage, and realizing that I was turning into an object of bullying, taking a lot of air in my chest, using words on the verge of a foul in raised tones ( read “ Mata») I convinced this woman to check all the references, completely and point out the shortcomings, which was done. After correcting all the shortcomings, I finally got a card for passing all the doctors on the list, but already in the hospital, do you feel the level of communication and trust of the Ministry of internal Affairs doctors to doctors of public medicine? That’s right, there is no trust, none. All doctors were passed by me repeatedly, in the order of the queue defined above, namely “ordinary mortals”, “their own” and”completely their own”. At the end of the next week (Yes, it took me almost two weeks to go through all the doctors with such a “queue” ) I went to the office of the last doctor, this doctor was ENT, who examined my throat and diagnosed “not fit”, why? It’s simple, according to her, I could often go to the hospital with a “ red “ throat. This problem was a consequence of the disease, at the age of 15 I had an abscess on the tonsils, a disease when the tonsils swell and pus accumulates in them, it was very painful to treat them… This statement of the doctor was like a bolt from the blue, so much money and effort, and for what-it is not clear. In desperation, a call was made to a “family friend” for good advice, and after a series of calls, as well as gratitude to the depth of 5 thousand meters, this issue was resolved in favor of an operation to cut out the tonsils. After performing this operation in a civilian hospital, on a first-come, first-served basis, I returned to lore and immediately became fit. After that, I was instructed to go to the CPD (take tests from psychologists). The tests consist of more than 700 questions, but this is only the first stage. Starting to fill out answers to questions that had a lot of questions about whether I want to convince myself (really, what if!) in a class where many other people were sitting in addition to me, I witnessed a very inconvenient event. Some kid, the same candidate as me, answered the phone, after a couple of seconds of conversation, he gave the following phrase: “How? What rights have you been deprived of?”, there was a silence that would have envied even the most expensive salon “Roll’s Roys”, the silence was broken by one of the men sitting in the hall, with the words : “Boy, where are you going to get a job?” and then there was a terrible laugh. After the test with questions, there are tests for reaction, measurement of pressure, weight and other things, as well as a conversation with a psychologist on the topics of your childhood, Hobbies, inclinations and reasons for entering the service, everything is quite formal, it will not be difficult to pass them. I passed with ease, after which, after two weeks of waiting for the results of the VVC (military medical Commission), my new boss called me and ordered me to go to work from “tomorrow”…. About what it was like, this “tomorrow”, read in the new article!
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