One of the good things about being an OT is that around here we're desperately needed. I've talked about this before.
Never did I realize this so much as today.
(Sitting on exam table while PT looks at my leg)
PT (getting confused because my form is filled out in therapist-ese and I'm talking it as well and he hasn't looked at my chart (big mistake)): So what do you do?
Me: I'm an OT.
PT: Oh. WOW. (Talk shop for a while)
Another PT that I know walks by, comes over, and chats with me for a couple minutes. He asks if I want a job, I laugh, he tells me he's serious, they need someone badly. I say that I'm actually watching for nearer positions, so maybe. Everyone got serious then. I got a tour of their OT facilities and everything.
Emilijie, I totally know what you like OP so much. Quiet. Decreased stimuli. Space. It was the antithesis of what I've always known.
The assistant was even more excited that I'm experienced, until I admitted it's not at all outpatient. Outpatient is so far from 7 years of geriatrics I wouldn't even attempt it without a lot of refresher training (and initial teaching; when I went to school there was this little veer away from teaching OTs modalities that has been undone in the last few years, but I can't officially do them except the easy ones.)
Nonetheless, it was kind of funny.