Why a Great Smartphone CV App is a Locum Provider's Best Friend

One of the most difficult tasks locum tenens providers have to contend with is compiling and maintaining an up-to-date, attractive CV. The common adage, “there’s an app for that” exists for a reason: Their usually is an app for something and now there are multiple apps for locum tenens providers who want to manage their CVs. Given the average locum tenens provider’s frequency of travel and need for convenience, speed and portability, the smartphone and its CV management apps could be providers’ new best friend throughout their locum tenens careers.

Listed below are three excellent CV apps for locum tenens providers:

  • Resume Builder Pro – This is an app for both the iPhone and Android devices. It works by importing data directly from your LinkedIn profile with the single touch of a button. You can arrange the data to create a new CV or implement edits to a new CV. Finally, you can email your CV, and cover letter to facility contacts as a PDF document. To make this app work, all you need to do is update your LinkedIn profile. Although many healthcare providers have not used LinkedIn because they assume it’s solely a business tool, it is still an excellent resource for physician and provider networking. Furthermore, as is the case with this app, many great CV and resume building tools flood information from LinkedIn profiles into their templates, so creating a LinkedIn profile is a great CV-building step, too.
  • Resume Ready Light – To begin, Resume Ready Light requires an original CV. The app allows you to clone your original document before adding new templates and information. It saves your copies so you can track the development of your professional progress. It also features a management module that can help you decide what information is appropriate to each CV. A great device, this app is unfortunately only available for Android. The section reordering feature of this app is especially helpful and time-saving.
  • Resume Star –This app is only available for Apple phones and tablets. You receive 10 CV templates that you can use to build your customized document, including options for cover letter development. You can rearrange text, control margins and change fonts. However, this app is far more than a tool with word doc benefits: It has special formatting and template features that provide you with the professional image necessary to secure your dream locum tenens job.

These apps are not only a sign that business is adapting to fit healthcare’s increasing demand for locum tenens provider-ship, they show that providers are in need of convenient tools that are as responsive as they are user-friendly and efficient. Although there are many CV-forming apps out there, the aforementioned apps are great starting points for a discussion regarding providers’ presentation and self-marketing. In the near future we may see smartphone apps that may be able to recognize new locum tenens assignments you might be interested in and adapt your information accordingly.  

More Convenience, Better CVs

In summary, although these devices require user input and a small time allotment, they also make inroads to convenience for those in the locum tenens provider pool. This convenience will allow locum providers working short-duration assignments to make their job search a continuous, ongoing process—one always occurring yet requiring far less effort.

Instead of consigning our important thoughts regarding our CVs and resumes to sticky notes and other easy-to-forget task trackers, CV smartphone apps, with greater locum use, will enable providers to make changes as soon as they come to mind.

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Locum tenens and the foodie physician: Installment 1

While working in Bermuda, my husband and I enjoyed seeing the local fishermen selling their catches on the side of the road. It happened to be lobster season, and as you can see, they were quite large!  You could either take them home, or they had a steaming pot going to cook them right on the spot.  Our favorite dining spot was right on the deck of our apartment. The sunsets from the deck were the best we've seen.




Note: VISTA Physician Blog Editor, Carolyn Rose, sent out a request for stories from locum tenens physicians about their eating adventures while on assignment. This is our first response. If you have a story to share please send it (with photos!) to your regular contact at VISTA, or email it to carolyn.rose@vistastaff.com. Thank you!

Excerpts from a Mongolian Mission Journal - Final Part ...for now

Thursday, Sept. 17, 2010

The days have been full since we arrived, and while high-speed internet access has been easier than I expected at times, it is not always available when we might most like it.  The hospital has good connections most of the time, but it is usually late when we are finished with work, and somehow the lines are turned off by that time.

Since the main intent of this trip has been to continue the education of local surgeons in the use of laparoscopic cholecystectomy, that has been the primary aim of all our activities.  Where all of this technology fits into the big picture of medical care in Mongolia remains to be seen, and I have to be honest that there are more than a few times that I have my doubts.  The Russians were the main influence here since the 1920s and while they have left (rather abruptly, I was told, one morning in 1992), their teaching persists in the leadership, both for good and for not so good.  The main connection we have here, both as interpreter as well as for medical and logistical issues, is a very tall man, probably in his early fifties, who is an anesthesiologist and professor at the university in Ulaanbaator. He spent three years learning anesthesia in East Germany in the early 1980s, and later spent time in Arkansas doing additional training.  He is clearly a very bright and delightful person, and it is through his eyes that I get to interpret what I am seeing.  The cleanliness of the hospital, he says, is directly linked to Russian training.  Surgical journals may be available on the internet, but they are expensive and mostly in English.  Since only some of the younger individuals have learned basic English, it will always be a struggle for them to see what is going on outside of the country.  Thus, medical missions such as ours will be the only source of new information that they will get for some time.  Not surprisingly then, I found that the few words of Russian that I do know have gone a long way to bringing smiles to the faces of people around me. 

Food has always been a good reason for me to travel, and I would suggest that there should be no illusions that just because the local customs and traditions might be different from elsewhere, that does not necessarily translate into something that is easy or even pleasurable.  As one can imagine, this is not a very friendly terrain in terms of agriculture or of life in general, and so foods are quite limited.  This is a meat-eating culture, and while we declined the opportunity last night to feast on a freshly slaughtered sheep, to enjoy intestine soup, a meal without meat is not a meal at all.  Lamb and mutton are the most common of these, and while marmot seems to be the second most common of local meats, I actually did eat a stuffed cabbage yesterday for lunch that quite resembled beef and was really delicious.  Mutton soup with vegetables (mostly carrots, a turnip or two, and some potatoes), mutton with rice and potatoes, mutton balls (not the anatomic ones!) with broth, mutton dumplings and mutton soup with noodles have been the mainstay of what we have eaten so far – is there a consistency to this?  I hope that my coronary arteries do not start to complain.  I have not even seen anything resembling the “Mongolian barbeque” that we think of from home, but I do think I will look forward to a scorpion kebab or two at one of the stalls near Wangfujing when I return to Beijing next week.

It is fall here already, and the few leaves that there are, are starting to turn.  With very few trees around, even though they are mostly of the deciduous type, there is not a lot of autumnal color, and it seems that only the setting sun brings out a palette of visual variety to the landscape.  The temperature is still comfortable during day, but drops precipitously at night, and I have taken to wearing my long underwear to bed.  The streets are probably only half paved, and the sidewalks perhaps a third so.  As we were crossing the street the other day, I noted that there was a pipe that seemed to serve as a culvert, through which snaked thick electrical cables whose insulation seemed to suffer the effects of exposure and age.  Most of the people seem to live in compounds defined by five foot high walls made of concrete aggregate, within a combination of gers, frame houses, and housing composed of old, Russian railroad cars, derailed, and de-wheeled.  Probably not surprisingly then, because of the relatively low height of the walls, there are no “extended security means” such as glass shards, applied to the tops of the concrete blocks.  Extended families and resident dogs seem to complete the unit.  A pack of 13 dogs barking in pursuit of something just passed under my window.  Mostly people seem to dress in Western garb, and other than for height, look like everywhere else in Asia.  There must be something in Mongolian genes or nutrition that breeds tall people, for it is not uncommon to see six-footers here at all.  Occasionally, I see people dressed in dells, the traditional long coats with hats that bring a sense of difference to the area.  Lastly smoking, which is so common elsewhere in Asia, is not so common here, and seems mostly to be among the urban dwellers rather than those few I have seen from “the country.”

I have made a few telephone calls during my stay so far, and it never fails to amaze me as to the technologic changes that we have seen in the past few years.  ATM’s have completely replaced traveler’s checks, and internet, Skype or G-chat, and phone cards now are commonplace instead of aerogrammes or letters.  Who ever goes to a post office to find a postage stamp or even postcards?  There must be some who still do, but as a singular innovation, I think that email has changed the face of travel almost more than anything else. 

Breakfast awaits, and we have at least four surgeries to do today:  two pediatric hernias and two gallbladders. Let’s hope that all goes well for all.



 * “Best Regards,” as defined in The National Telegraphic Review and Operators’ Guide, first published in April 1857.

Excerpts from a Mongolian Mission Journal - Part 3

Monday, Sept. 13, 2010

It seems unbelievable to me that I am actually writing from Khovd, in the western part of Mongolia, on my laptop, in a hotel, looking out over the unpaved, dusty streets as the sun starts to rise on another day.  A woman is herding her cow through what serves as a parking lot in front of the hotel, by throwing stones at its rump, as a pack of a dozen large dogs marches around the corner, off to do some damage someplace. From what I saw yesterday, these are not your sweet household pet type dogs, but serious animals who contend with all manner of abuse, from wolves to other animals, as well as competition within the pack.  We are told to grab some stones if we are out walking and come across the dogs.  Life is not easy here.

We arrived in Khovd after our three-hour flight on EZNIS airways, on a propeller driven SAAB 380, crossing a goodly portion of the Gobi desert.  Deserts are obviously not all the same, as the dunes of the Sahara barely resemble anything I have seen of the Mojave, and this one seems to be widely varied as viewed from the air.  There are dune-like areas, with undulating sand banks, to those with vaguely greenish tint which I suppose are grasslands, to lakes, to smooth, Santa Fe stucco-colored sandy flats without obvious changes in elevation.  I was told it was going to be like arriving on the moon when we got to Khovd, and in fact it was. But I now realize that there are many places on earth that must then look like the moon, because it reminded me of the area around Tuba City, Arizona, a lot closer to home than the moon.  Certainly, as the day breaks and I look at the faces of people, the similarities between Mongolian and Navajo visages is quite striking.  Linguistically, of course, there appear to be no similarities, and if anything, one hears syllables that sound vaguely Korean. 

Our hotel is across the street from the hospital where we are working, and of the many hospitals that I have seen in developing nations, this one is about the cleanest yet.  People are constantly washing the floors, and there is no stench that one smells in the tropics.  The only odor one perceives is that of mutton being cooked everywhere, and occasionally, a homeopathic dose of germicide, kept in an assortment of glass bottles everywhere.  The stuff feels and smells like plain water to me, but who really knows?  Ultraviolet lights are turned on in the operating room for example, to help sterilize things. I was told yesterday that the water within the10 liter bottles kept corked in the room becomes sterile through this mechanism.  Interesting.  Intravenous solutions are made in the hospital in on- liter bottles, which are covered with a type of canvas, secured by colorful orange string.

…The young doctor on call, who had been part of the group who had been trained in laparoscopic cholecystectomy last year here in Khovd, had a patient who had been in a truck accident, probably with some broken ribs.  Over the next few days, he developed subcutaneous emphysema.  An unlabeled, unnamed, unoriented CXR was shown to us, which indicated that the left lung had completely collapsed.  The doctor had proposed to take the patient to the operating room to suture the hole in the lung.  The other surgeon in our group, a wonderfully warm and cheery 64-year-old man, has had many years experience working with Italian relief groups in places as disparate as Peshawar, Kandahar, Sierra Leone and Malagasy Republic, looked at me, and it was all we could do to slow down our words to suggest that perhaps placement of a tube in the chest emptying into a water seal bottle might be a better and safer alternative.  Of course, no such chest tube exists in the hospital, and so with the assistance of our anesthesiologist we fashioned one out of an endotracheal tube.  Finding a suitable water seal apparatus was not easy, and we considered cutting apart some strange drainage bottle we found that had been left over by a Swiss team some time ago.  In the bowels of some storage place a single Russian-made thick glass bottle with an appropriate cap was located. With additional tubing rigged from what we had, my colleague directed the Mongolian doctor as he placed this chest tube into the patient’s chest.  Sterile conditions are a relative term here, and it is frequently said, I have learned, that “clean is good enough.”  Maybe, but we offered some antibiotics to go along with what had been done so far.  After some more bleeding than we might have liked, the tube was repositioned and the expected bubbling came from beneath the water seal.  The fellow tolerated this all well, but it remains to be seen as how long it will take for this to resolve. 

Last night, we were taken to the ger of the family of a Kazakh man who is a feldsher, or village medic, about 20 km northeast of Khovd.  I am slowly learning the etiquette of Mongolian traditions, and now understand that what we have been calling a “yurt” is the Russian word for the Mongolian “ger,” and so now, I too shall try to use ger in my vocabulary.  The campsite was on the banks of one of the numerous rivers that traverse the area, and was as colorful as one could imagine, with cashmere goats, sheep, yaks, and a few cattle outside, and inside a warm and toasty comfortable homestead.  It was remarkably warm inside, and with all the Kazakh and Mongolian carpets lining the walls, two beds, a dresser, a wall of medals for horseback riding and family photos, and a central stove vented out the top. I can easily see how the winter can be survived despite the environmental challenges.  The feldsher also captures eagles for training, and we saw at least one nearby, looking well fed and content.  While we were there, a man came up on horseback, complaining of a headache.  Some potion was dispensed, and off he went.  Warm goat’s milk, fried biscuits, fried yoghurt cheese, tallow and yak butter were served, along with local watermelon.  This is not a low fat, low carb diet at all, but if one considers what is available, it seems to work for them over many years.  On the way back, we saw a herd of Bactrian camels (two humpers), and seeing them outlined against the grasslands, the snow covered peaks in the distance, and just the entire sense of foreign, I really did feel that I was on the steppes of Central Asia.  Where was Borodin when we really needed him?

I am off to help with surgery this morning, and need to get going.  I have been served a bowl of hot butter tea with rice, so I had better get my dose of calories early this morning.  A long day awaits.



* “Best Regards,” per The National Telegraphic Review and Operators’ Guide, first published in April 1857.

VISTA's Locum Doctor of the Year pays a visit

Last week the VISTA family medicine team was honored with a visit from Roving Doc, star of Rovingdoctor.blogspot.com, and his wife and blog author, Connie A.

Roving Doc has worked in both domestic and international locum tenens assignments across the US and in Bermuda for the past 20 months. From Arizona to Alaska and back again, he has delighted patients, communities, and hospital colleagues with his warm yet meticulous manner. For these reasons and more he was our nomination for Locum Tenens of the Year in Locum Life magazine.

During the visit the pair regaled us with stories of life and work on the road (with Connie promising to work on writing up one about the hand in the Cuisinart in the small town ED.) Roving Doc said we all felt like extended family. We couldn’t think of a better compliment!

Roving Doc and the VISTA Team