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Feast or famine

Remember a few months ago when I couldn’t find someone to give me a job? And I was not happy with the job I had?

Well, now my job gave me a raise and is easy and fun, and I have a job offer coming Tuesday from the Best Hospital in Kansas (BHK). And positive feedback from an interview with the Hospital where Declan was born (HDB).

Amazing. When the nurse recruiter from the BHK called today, she spoke in kind of a code, asking me if I would be able to do that ‘errand’ we talked about if I got an offer. She meant a drug test that would have to be done within 24 hours after accepting an offer. And since I am working long days tomorrow and Friday, then off to Chicago for Dad’s surgery Monday, I wouldn’t be able to get that ‘errand’ done until Tuesday. She said that she would be calling back to discuss this further on Tuesday *wink wink*.

And the recruiter at HDB asked for my references, which I provided today. Hopefully I’ll get feedback on that within a few days, because they do it all through an online link to a questionnaire. Stalling the offer from BHK gave me a little more time to work with HDB, which is where I would prefer to work.


Ryan and Michela moved into their new apartment today. Koby and her mother helped them, and I guess it’s all done. I can’t wait to see it! They’re both very happy and excited.


Even good stress is stress, so I was pretty tense all day. I am looking forward to working the next few days, just to have something else to think about. I’m sure things are just as crazy (if not more) in Chicago, where Dad is waiting for surgery and Amy is on strike. Yeesh.

We all need some good sleep.

September 11th again

I saw a relative of one of the people killed in NYC on 9/11 speak on the TV today. She said that it was kind of nice not to have the politicians around at the site, because she knew she was around people who understood exactly what she had been through, and they could remember and grieve quietly together. I like that. It belongs to them anyway, don’t you think?

And it boggles my mind that Decky wasn’t around for it. He saw a little bit of it mentioned on TV and turned to me with big eyes. He said, “9/11 was a terrible thing, wasn’t it Mom?” Sure was, son.


Today I went for an interview for an ED RN job at the hospital in which Declan was born. I was escorted into a very tiny, warm office in which three women were waiting for me. I did all right until I had to start talking about myself. Then I had a hot flash. A big one. I explained and apologized, and they got me cold water and made me take off my blazer. They were all going through it too.

Well, that broke the ice, and we ended up having a really good interview. The next step is submitting references and getting them checked out. I have a good feeling about this one.


But in the meantime, the Big University Hospital downtown is trying to get a hold of me. The nurse recruiter and I played phone tag all day. I must still be in the running for the job or she wouldn’t be putting forth such effort to reach me. It’s nice not to be ignored for a change.

If I had to choose between the two, I’d pick the Hospital in which I gave birth to Declan. It’s closer, and although it isn’t a trauma center, it sees more people than the other hospital, and the patients are sicker. I also have worked with the doctors there before, so I’ll know what to expect from them and what they expect from me.

Isn’t it funny that I didn’t get this close to getting offers until I was comfortable at a great-paying job with wonderful hours?

Also, my brilliant husband points out that I am definitely better off now than I was six months ago. He reminded me that I was not happy at my old job, morale was way down, and I was already looking elsewhere. Now I’m making more money, not working weekends or holidays, and get free lunch once a week. And I’m pretty sure two other hospitals want me.

It’s really nice to feel so wanted.


Dad’s getting open heart surgery next Monday. I couldn’t write about it yesterday because I was knocked for a loop. Sure I expected it, but still. A little wine calmed me down and today I’m not so scared. He is my dad, and he is mortal, and I don’t like that. I know this will be a tough thing for him to go through, but by Thanksgiving, he’ll be feeling better than he has in years. And I will do my best to support him as he recovers.


Cait’s 37 weeks along with her pregnancy. She has a horrendous cough that is sometimes strong enough to make her vomit. Green tea with honey seemed to help her. And I gave her some hydrocodone so she can sleep tonight. It should calm that cough for a while. Poor girl.

I worry that she’ll go into labor when I’m in Chicago, so I’m not buying any plane tickets. I’ll drive, so I can leave at any time. I have to be there for her when she has this baby. It’s what the two of us do. With Owen, I was able to stay with her for hours while she labored and it was so special for me. I wouldn’t miss doing it again for the world.


So right now Cait and Dad are bouncing around in my brain. The next few weeks will be stressful. But we’ll all manage. And after Dad’s surgery and Cait’s birth, things will level out again. New stresses will pop up, but we’ll just take things as they come. Like we always do. There’s plenty of love to go around.


So I had my first interview today. It was at a local surgicenter for a PACU position.

I was so nervous.

My confidence has taken a big hit over the past few weeks, and I was feeling very inadequate.
I knew in order to interview well, I had to get into my cocky, you-would-be-lucky-to-have-me mode, but I didn’t know if I could do it anymore.

Turns out I really didn’t have to. The woman I interviewed with knew exactly what and who she wanted for the position, and it was me. I had all the qualifications she wanted and more. Most of the nurses there came from ED or ICU, so she knew my skill set, and knew how well I’d fit in with her team.

She’ll be calling me tomorrow, probably with an offer. She already asked me when I could start.

I wasn’t my cocky self, but I was personable and professional. I figured the worst that could happen would be a raging hot flash in the middle of the interview, and thankfully that didn’t happen. But I had a napkin in my purse just in case. And I guess most of the women who work there are going through the hot flashes too. They fight over the thermostat a lot I hear.

The hours are great (8-10 hour shifts instead of 12), no weekends or holidays, the pay is great, the people seem nice, and the whole place is in the midst of a remodel, so things will be brand-new and shiny. They provide all the scrubs, and I can eventually cross-train to surgery if I want to!

The worst part? The GIANT staff lounge, with the GIANT fridge, the GIANT pantry and the GIANT grill on the patio. And they cater in lunch every Friday. I was looking forward to getting back to work, so I wouldn’t sit around and grow fat at home. I don’t know how I can withstand the pressure if I get this job.

Am I stupid to say that I fear this job would be TOO comfortable?

Identity theft

So I’ve been unemployed for over a week now. I have been keeping busy, mostly with watching Owen while Cait goes through her new job orientation. I’ve been applying for jobs and sending out resumes and making followup calls. I have an interview next Tuesday, but that’s it so far.

I’ve been feeling anxious about being unemployed. I am scared to interact with the public, knowing I have no protection if someone complains about me. For brief flashes, I remember how great a nurse I was/am, and how much I enjoyed working with people. But then I get nervous again, and I think maybe I should just sit behind a desk and not talk to anyone ever.

But that’s just not me. I don’t think I want to do ED anymore, and I certainly won’t work in an inpatient unit, and I know I can do ANYTHING I want to, but I really don’t know what that is yet.

I just know I need a job. My identity is so wrapped up in my career. I know it’s just one part of who I am, but without it, I feel like something is missing. I need to get back to doing what Iove. Plus I need that paycheck. It gives me such a sense of pride and self-worth to contribute financially, especially dice Bill supported me for so long.

Bill and I decided I need to be back to work by June 1. So I have a little more time to find something I love. If I can’t do that, it will probably be agency or ED, which I can do and get paid well for, but not get attached to.

I write this as I sit in the deck on a sunny beautiful day, watching Owen play in the kiddie pool while the dogs doze at my feet.

Why do I need a job again?

Life goes on

So I got fired last week. Terminated. I didn’t do anything wrong, but it didn’t matter in the end. I had a hard time with it, and I’m still smarting, but most of the time my family distracted me. Oh, and my scleritis flared up too. Damned stress.

My men did the Warrior Dash this weekend, I’ve been watching Owen a lot, I’ve been keeping busy. I already applied for a few jobs and have an interview next week. And Kevin thinks I would make a great cashier at Pei Wei, and they’re hiring, so there’s that.

My family is my life, its true, but I need a job. My self-esteem is in the crapper, I’m alone with my thoughts too much, and I need a paycheck too.

One job that looks interesting is a research nurse position at the Big University. I fit the requirements to a tee, it’s pretty active, and uses all my skills. And I’d also get to use my brain and BSN training in research.

I miss my work family, but I’ll be okay. I’ll enjoy this break, and find that just-right job. Even my worst days are pretty good. I’m still luckier than most.