I picked a job. I start on Monday. Well, orientation is on Monday; but I get paid to be there! I haven’t had an actual paycheck in four years now. I’m a little bit excited about this. Not go out and spend it excited. More like sock it all in the savings and live off my husband’s salary as we’ve done for years now. Build up the savings account back to what it was. Have enough for another down payment on a house (last house we put $50,000 down-we don’t mess around) with funds still left over to sustain us on a rainy day.
All my fat girl navy blue scrubs came in. Well, except for one pair that’s back ordered. Those ones should ship next Tuesday. Business casual on Monday, then the HR gal said uniform after that. I once loved to wear scrubs. Over the years, I learned to despise them. It’s been so long since I’ve worn them, I don’t think I still despise them-but we’ll see.
Although I’m bored as heck, I’m going to enjoy the rest of this week. No more sleeping until 1pm. No more do whatever I choose, when I choose to do it. Having a schedule to commit to seems like…well, quite a commitment. Oh well, it’s about time! I’m trying to not think about Monday too much. I don’t want to get anxious about it. Part of me feels like a kindergartener going to school for the first time, part of me feels excited, part of me wants to puke. At least it’s just general orientation.
I wonder what is included in “General Orientation.” I’ve already taken my badge picture, filled out all of the citizenship/tax forms, they’ve already gone over all of the payroll/benefits/insurance stuff with me. How much more can there be regarding general stuff to last 8 hours. This should be interesting. To be continued…
I actually looked at myself in the mirror today. Yikes! I think I’ve been so busy over the last 2 years with nursing school, I definitely put my body last on the list of priorities. I just weighed myself. 218. I’m 5’9”, but 218. 218. and 218 (just for a little more emphasis on what a shock that is to me). According to those “Ideal Body Weight” charts, I need to loose 82 pounds to fit my frame. That’s a middle-schooler, possibly an entire high school freshman!
Had to order
NEW bigger scrubs today. And I’ll just say it…all ranging from XL to XXL. I was a S to M before. I weigh more now than when I delivered my son (who was 9lb 3oz). Now I get why my husband fondly calls me a “Lumberjack.” I think I may be bigger than one. lol.
Do I feel like crying? No. Am I upset with myself? No. Crap happens. It took a while to put all of this weight on, and it’s not going to go away overnight. Today I actually went for a walk. I felt fat. I didn’t like it. I felt like I was carrying a couple bags of dog food with me. I think that’s going to end right there. If I can actually finish school, this next feat shouldn’t be too bad.
At the moment, the ipod is charging. And I have a feeling it will be used. A lot. In the very near future (starting first thing in the morning). I can’t tell my patients they need to eat healthy and exercise if I don’t do the same myself. On a cardiac unit, no less. Here. We. Go.
Interviewed, got called back in for an interview, was offered not only a job…but my choice of three jobs. I chose the TCU unit at the campus closest to my residence. That’s a 3 minute commute to work.
They took my many years as a LPN on a medical/surgical unit into consideration when making a salary offer. Needless to say, I’m not disappointed.
And the kicker: Also interviewed over the phone for a job on the other side of the country (well, two interviews: One with HR and one with the unit manager). I guess they liked me, I now have to fly there for the peer interview. My husband also has an interview in the same metropolitan area, and his interview is a the same time. Don’t have to fly alone!
"Out West" job is on a Neuroscience unit (some hate; I think it’s interesting). Soooo…I prefer the "Out West" job, I will take that one if I’m officially offered employment. And for now, I have a backup plan if that one doesn’t materialize out there.
Either way, I’m about as shocked as they come considering I just graduated from nursing school about 6 weeks ago, and have only had my license for just under a month now. I was prepared for 6-8 months of job seeking, so you can imagine my surprise ( ; Mind you, I’ve filled out over 150 job applications so far in the RN department. Perseverance pays off. For sure.
Yuck. I’m tired of studying this for the day.