I’ve been in school for so long, I can’t remember what it’s like to work for a living.
Even now, we say “I can’t go out tonight, I have to work tomorrow” and it’s funny because, we’re not getting paid, we’re doing work, but it counds as learning.
So, in a few weeks, I’ll be home, printing up resumes, getting my interviewing wardrobe together, hitting the bricks and shaking hands (I hope.)
First stop: my best friend’s house, pool-side, with B, the director of the school I want to transfer to.
She said to bother him about an ICU job connection, I guess he knows everyone in the biz.
It’s odd for me to think that I’ve started later than all my other friends I met in school, doing the pre-requisite courses, yet I’m finishing before them. (most of them went off to 4 year BSN programs)
Liminal spaces…always such an odd feeling. 7 years ago
to being done with school. At least for the year I have to work in an ICU.
Maybe even the two months after spring break will be cool, because I will have only one class (case management) and I’ll be doing three 12 hour shifts at the Cardiac Care ICU per week.
It’s going to be great having 4 days off!
And then, working for a year and earning money…that’s going to be very different.
My starting salary will be around 4 times what I earned when I left architecture. This is based on the fact that starting salaries are twice this amount, but working only HALF as many hours as I used to.
The remainder of the year should be better after I survive this hell.
Two more months! 7 years ago
White Coat Ceremony!
That’s when I break free from this crazy fire drill that calls itself my home. 8 years ago
more myself this weekend.
More my old self.
I think it’s the swimming,
and avoiding vexations.
Feels like I can breathe for the
first time in a long time. 8 years ago
That everything I’m doing is for someone else.
I’m living project to project,
deadline to deadline,
task to task.
I’d like to find my pace 8 years ago
...yesterday and there was a song playing by someone I couldn’t recognise. One of the lines was, “It’s hard to live with the choices we make,” or something to that effect. It really summed up a lot of my current feelings.
If anyone knows who the artist is, it sounded like the Goo Goo Dolls or something, I’d appreciate knowing who it was. 8 years ago
I saw a t-shirt at threadless.com that I thought was great reprentation of this. It’s called: Grab Ahold of Life”. 8 years ago
I’m having a hard time with this. I’m not sure what I’m afraid of. Everytime I find myself in a situation where I need to do something about changing my life, I seem to rationalise putting it off, or convince myself that thinking about doing something is part of a necessary preparation. God I’m weak! 8 years ago
Stop – just do it. Don’t think. 8 years ago
I think I’ve gone through a long passive period in my life. I’ve been almost accepting a life which is less than what I want. Something that goes against my ‘motto’ , if I can call it that. In any case, it’s a quote from Thoreau that my mom gave me: ””Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you’ve imagined.” 8 years ago