Gasp! A clue???

This afternoon, on the eve of my last nursing final, I finally received some good news.

I might actually be called for an interview.

I use the word "might" as a safety net for when they don't call because at this point, having applied for 7 different positions at 6 different hospitals without one interview (and with one lame form rejection letter from the Sisters and one of their crummy hospitals), my good attitude and motivation is pretty much gone.

I'm quite entrenched in a pool of sarcasm that is apparently bottomless and freeflowing, which I'm sure makes me buckets of fun to be around.  I've referred to myself as a resume leper, being as desireable as leprosy (I think I'm fixated on leprosy, which is now more properly known as Hansen's Disease) and probably one of the few people at graduation that will still be unemployed as I stroll across the stage May 19th to receive my dorky $45 nursing pin (I went budget; did you know it can be 14K gold, you can have a diamond put on it and it can cost upwards of $350???  Bling!!!!).  See, you're already sick of me, aren't you?

Anyway, this afternoon, after sitting on my patio trying to feebly read through my neuro notes, I checked my email.  In my inbox was a response to an email I sent a few days ago and I was downright scared to open it.  But since everything sucks anyway, how much worse could one email make things?  So I opened it and was pleasantly surprised.  I'm kind of beside myself- so much so that I saved the email and will probably read it about 9 more times tonight.  And its only two sentences.  PAAA-thetic.  See, this is what nursing school has reduced me to.

And that's it.  So, I might be called for an interview.  Which is heaps better than what I've been staring at for the last 3 weeks.  Has it only been 3 weeks?  Seems like an eternity...

I find it ironic that now, as I'm on the brink of moving on to my new chapter in life, I find myself in the same predicament as when I made the decision to even do all this crap.  Almost 4 years ago, I lost my job, there were few prospects in my industry and I was over it to boot. Nursing, huh?  That sounds great!  And they NEED me?!?  What, they'll throw money at me before I graduate to hire me?!?  HOT dang!

Not.

So here I am again, with no job, few prospects and waaay to much medical information for my own good.

Don't mention the words "nursing shortage" around me, because let me tell you, there isn't one around here right now.  That New Grad open house last week that was expecting around 200 students and got 600+ from all over the country, neighboring countries like Philippines, India, Iran, and people that graduated in 2008 and were still looking for jobs...  THAT was depressing.  600+ for a rumored 9 spots.  I'm thinking that was probably a major contributor to my plunge into the sarcasm depths.  It's a defense mechanism.  I don't handle rejection well. Some people let it roll off them and forge on.  Me- I take it personally.  It's a character flaw.

So, I read a lot of psalms.  I like the ones begging for mercy and to be saved from their current situation.  Sure, the original authors were being pursued by rabid armies of angry men and tormented for their faith... but I like to pretend that the author is trying to get a nursing job after almost 4 years of hell and can't find one.  Psalm 86 is a pretty good one.  Nothing like misinterpreting the Bible to fit your situation.

I really hope I get a call...