this punchline is a joke
I will always have a soft spot in her heart for slashy HP fanfiction and snape, drive like a homicidal maniac, and read trashy celebrity magazines. I work hard, shout a lot, and threaten to beat people good-naturedly with sticks.
I am a straight ally for the LGBTQ community and needless to say, this tumblr is friendly as such.
The last couple of days have been insanity. I am now officially an OR nurse at a hospital in London! They hired me Thursday, three hours after my interview, and now I start on August 20, so holy crap I need to find a place to live now.
I am super excited and very nervous and trying to figure out all the things I need to do and buy before I go. Like forks. And a laundry basket. And changing my address with the fifty million things my address is on. Holy crap. I’ve never lived on my own before, so this will be an adventure. Back to apartment hunting, aughh!
sending off more resumes and cover letters and digging for names of useful contacts in hospitals like a little squirrel.
man, job hunting is a pain in the ass. *facepalm*
The number one thing that I hate is when people tell me not to freak out.
“Don’t freak out, but…”
Of course I’m going to freak out before you even tell me anything because by the time you’ve finished those 4 words I’m already preemptively freaking out. So my dad says this to me this morning, followed by, “I’ve been having chest pain.” So immediately I smack him because he tells me it started last night, and I jump into my whole mini assessment thing which makes him side eye me, and I drag his ass to the clinic, where the doctor freaks me out more and tells me to take him to the hospital. My dad has a history of cardiac disease, so I’m trying not to panic and ignore everything I ever saw when I did my cardiac rotation. Long story short, after 7 hours and multiple tests, thank God he didn’t have a heart attack, which was my first thought. Just stress induced chest pain from the heat and exertion. So they hopped him up on drugs and sent him home. But he scared the crap out of me. I knew he was feeling better though when he used this experience to guilt trip me into buying him a big gulp at 7-11 on the way home when I stopped to get gas.
and a couple days ago, I found out I have a job interview(!!!!!!!!) at a hospital in Hamilton, about 3 hours away from me in a week and a half. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I’m so excited and nervous I want to puke my brains out while dancing. MY FIRST REAL RN JOB INTERVIEW OMG.
so that’s what real life has been like lately. also, I’ve been doing nothing but working, studying for my american boards and working. and harassing the canada post guy to see if my canadian board results have come yet. it’s been 4 weeks today since I wrote it…so anytime now.
*resumes stalking post in bush next to mailbox*
how the heck are you guys?
WILL SOMEONE JUST GIVE ME A GODDAMNED INTERVIEW PLEASE? SO I KNOW I’M DOING THIS RIGHT AND I CAN STOP FREAKING ABOUT MY RESUME AND COVER LETTERS AND REFERENCES AND WHETHER THEY’RE GOOD OR NOT
because honestly when I’m applying for jobs I feel kind of like this, I won’t lie:
