Well fuck. After all that stuff I said about the oncology job earlier, I got a phone call around 5 today from the nurse manager who basically told me she loved me but she wasn't picking me for the job. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. On a positive note, she said there is a positon opening on BMT (bone marrow transplant) that she highly recommended me for and said she wants me to work at the cancer center and "doesn't want to lose me". I guess I can't be too mad.
I need to go to the gym or get out of the house tomorrow. NCLEX questions are making me question my sanity and I really don't think I can watch another Roseanne rerun. Speaking of Roseanne..I saw an episode today about their youngest son masterbating in the bathroom. Was this stuff really on tv?
Wren
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