Bringing home the bacos...
Michael is the one who brings home the bacon and I bring home the bacos. I don't work enough shifts to bring home bacon. Anyway, my new job is working out well so far. The people are nice and the tips are decent. But, as it is a restaurant job, time spent at work means thrusting myself into a vortex of drama because restaurant people hang out together and sleep together and create more drama. And of course they are totally incapable of checking said drama at the door and instead bring it to work for the rest of us. Maybe they think they're being kind by sharing. Or maybe they think that the rest of us must lead some pretty boring lives and they're doing us a favor by allowing us to live vicariously thru them. I don't know. All I do know is that I show up, do my work, make my money, eat a salad and go home. Oh, and take my bacos to the bank.
And with all new jobs, you have to spend some time learning who the various characters are...there's the know-it-all, the guy who sells vitamin supplements on the side and wants you to join his business venture, the guy who plays the restaurant version of House, MD, the crack head, the little skinny chicks who are chock full o' drama, the gay Republican (I know, right?) and a couple of college students like myself. So far they seem pretty normal and maybe that's just because they don't work there enough to take on some of the drama. There are probably some people I missed but you get the point. Drama aside, it's still better than staying on at my last job no matter how good the pay and flexibility were. Neener, neener.
Different Fummer, RN. A shiny new graduate nurse embarking upon her second career while navigating the insanity that is healthcare in America.
10.29.2007
10.22.2007
Blarg...
That's pretty much I feel at the moment but I've made my decision and I'm sticking to it. I'm sort of in nursing school application hell at the moment--trying to figure out what I can do to ensure that my GPA is the highest it can be so I can ensure a slot in the program this spring. So....I dropped Physiology. Blarg. But I was getting a C and no matter what I couldn't bring it up above a C so as it stands now, I'll end up with a GPA of 3.4. If I can boost my Micro grade to an A from a B then I'll have a 3.6 and hopefully (fingers crossed) my app. will be near the top of the pile when it comes time to make admission decisions.
It only puts me back one class slot in one semester so it isn't a huge deal as long as I get into the program for the spring. And since they are only looking at GPA (and in my case, only my GPA post-bachelor's) and reserve the right to accept WSU students with 30 credits hours or more from WSU (even if they have a lower GPA) ahead of transer students like me, I have got to have a high GPA. I was rather disappointed to find out that they won't be taking age, maturity, previous job and/or life experience into consideration when making these decisions but that's how they do it. Anyway, I'll be submitting my application before Thanksgiving so keep your fingers crossed for me. I should know if I'm accepted or not by January 30.
So, this is one of the many things that have been keeping me so busy I don't know if I'm coming or going these days. Last week was terrible for many reasons but now that I dropped Phys. things won't be nearly as bad. Maybe. Well, let's hope not. Because my house has been a mess and there's a mountain of laundry in the basement that needs to be washed and I hardly get to talk to my friends on the phone and I never have time to check email and I hardly see my husband and I am pooped. POOPED, I say. And I was so worn out by school, work and life that the birthday fun-ness I had been anticipating last month was the last thing in the world that I wanted to deal with. Which is a shame b/c I've always thought of 30 as the magic age and the month before my birthday sucked and the day of was pretty good but frankly I did not even have time to celebrate. But 30 is here to stay for a while so let's hope the next 300+ days of it are the magical days I've always hoped for.
That's pretty much I feel at the moment but I've made my decision and I'm sticking to it. I'm sort of in nursing school application hell at the moment--trying to figure out what I can do to ensure that my GPA is the highest it can be so I can ensure a slot in the program this spring. So....I dropped Physiology. Blarg. But I was getting a C and no matter what I couldn't bring it up above a C so as it stands now, I'll end up with a GPA of 3.4. If I can boost my Micro grade to an A from a B then I'll have a 3.6 and hopefully (fingers crossed) my app. will be near the top of the pile when it comes time to make admission decisions.
It only puts me back one class slot in one semester so it isn't a huge deal as long as I get into the program for the spring. And since they are only looking at GPA (and in my case, only my GPA post-bachelor's) and reserve the right to accept WSU students with 30 credits hours or more from WSU (even if they have a lower GPA) ahead of transer students like me, I have got to have a high GPA. I was rather disappointed to find out that they won't be taking age, maturity, previous job and/or life experience into consideration when making these decisions but that's how they do it. Anyway, I'll be submitting my application before Thanksgiving so keep your fingers crossed for me. I should know if I'm accepted or not by January 30.
So, this is one of the many things that have been keeping me so busy I don't know if I'm coming or going these days. Last week was terrible for many reasons but now that I dropped Phys. things won't be nearly as bad. Maybe. Well, let's hope not. Because my house has been a mess and there's a mountain of laundry in the basement that needs to be washed and I hardly get to talk to my friends on the phone and I never have time to check email and I hardly see my husband and I am pooped. POOPED, I say. And I was so worn out by school, work and life that the birthday fun-ness I had been anticipating last month was the last thing in the world that I wanted to deal with. Which is a shame b/c I've always thought of 30 as the magic age and the month before my birthday sucked and the day of was pretty good but frankly I did not even have time to celebrate. But 30 is here to stay for a while so let's hope the next 300+ days of it are the magical days I've always hoped for.
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