I simply wasn’t getting enough pay at my present job, even though I really like it. Working five days a week, all hours, and going to school on a sixth was just becoming exhausting. Thanks to my adventures with stress related illness last year, I am still vulnerable to insomnia if I don’t keep a regular sleep/wake schedule, and working until 10pm one day only to have to get up at 5 the next to be at a client’s house by 7 was getting very difficult. That, combined with the fact that my hours (not just mine, but most of my fellow nurses) were severely reduced in July, made for the perfect storm of stress and anxiety and the resultant sleepless nights.
I put in resumes at several places without much hope of a job offer; in this economic climate no one wants to train a nurse for anything, they want to hire someone with lots of experience that only needs to be oriented to their particular way of doing things. And, while I have a lot of experience, it’s a quirk of the nursing world that nothing you do while at a different job title is allowed to be transferred, experience wise, to the nursing job. So any and all experience I have had as a paramedic working and living in a rural area doesn’t count because I didn’t do it as a nurse. This is because nurses ‘are unique’…just ask one (not me, because I don’t buy it) 🙂
Lo and behold, I got an interview. And a job offer. And a formal job offer that I happily signed and returned.
I hope it works out! I have two weeks of orientation with my boss/trainer, then I start mid September. I’m relieved, hopeful, and excited to finally be doing pretty much what I had wanted when I started nursing. It’s mostly M-F with some call, and some weekend stuff, but at least I will be on a normal schedule and hopefully be able to have family time on the weekends.
I will have to develop some better discipline about studying though! Every night for an hour is my plan; we’ll see how that works out in practice though. And I will hopefully have time to devote to my fiber arts business as well. I really need to warp my loom for the towels I designed, but with only one day off I have too much to catch up on to ‘waste’ time on weaving.
In other news, our chickens aren’t defective; we are finally getting eggs! It’s been so hot that their laying has been delayed by a month or so but at least two of them are laying now. Little banty-sized eggs but hey, they’re new to this and I’m grateful for them. I can’t get over how calm the Buffs are; they really help to mellow out the Rhode Island Reds.
We had quite the adventure a few weeks ago; three of the four birds flew over the back fence and were in the alley. Mr. TF and I spent probably an hour chasing chickens to pick them up and get them back into our yard. I got smart and clipped wings as we caught them, except for one. She managed to fly up on our barbeque as proud as you please to be at eye level with me. She let me pick her up with very little fuss, and promptly got her wing clipped as well. Which she chewed me out for as soon as she was back with her sisters. Ah well. Such is the life of a chicken.
No canning, no preserving other than lavender flowers and indigo leaves. I’m glad I got a good harvest of yarrow last year because the grasshoppers have absolutely devastated my stand this year! Even nolobait doesn’t seem to stop them from reproducing and eating.
I did plant some purple irises; they are supposed to make a lovely color fast dye on wool. I hope so! I got them from a fellow guild member; she has the most fantastic garden I have ever seen! She also gave me some Egyptian walking onions which I am extremely grateful for – I have been looking without success for those for something like four years. She was gifted the original plants some years ago by someone else. I hope they do well for me so I have the opportunity to pass the gift on.
OK, enough babbling. Back to studying. It’s a school day, after all.