So, I’m a nurse. I’m a new nurse, still all shiny in the package, shrink wrap hasn’t even been cracked yet. I’m a new nurse (licensed in January) who needs a job.
Okay, needed a job. Because today I got two job offers within about 90 minutes.
One job is oncall at an inpatient alcohol/drug program, and the other is at a private psychiatric hospital. That one may be full time although I won’t know for a while. And I’m still waiting for word on another position for which I am in the final cut as far as candidacy goes.
So, a hundred years ago in my misspent youth I decided I would NEVER be a nurse.
Then I went to nursing school, and said that I would NEVER work in mental health.
Now I’m saying that I’m NEVER going to be a filthy rich world traveling misanthrope.