People are seriously weird sometimes. Two days ago I was feeling inspired and ready to just do the whole internship thing and finish my schooling. Even yesterday after practicum I sent my supervisor an email making sure we were both on the same page with what we’d talked about regarding splitting my internship between the partial hospitalization program and the inpatient hospital unit.

And then I was having all kinds of doubts. I sent my husband a text from school around 9:00PM saying that I was fine doing the classes and getting those done, but I didn’t think I wanted to try and do the internship also. I miss my family just thinking about it. And being home. And doing laundry. And being in my happy place with my people who aren’t here as much as they used to be but are still here.

So then I had this phone interview this morning with an HR person from the local Lutheran Senior Services. “Let’s go through your work history”, she said, and I went through the jobs I had listed on my resume that included two years working at Greene House Assisted Living in Seward and the long-term care unit connected with the county hospital and time as a student nurse on the post-op floor.

And all of this was over 15+ years ago. I’m not sure yet if this is going to be a problem. I did ask about the acuity level of patients and whether or not she thinks the gap in experience is going to be an issue with the specific position involved which is one that only requires a minimum of two shifts a month but you can always do more. They try to keep a pool of added nursing staff to fill in scheduling gaps.

I’m scheduled to meet with the nursing director tomorrow so we’ll see how that goes. Tonight we start our Multicultural Awareness class. It’s with the hard instructor again. I’ve basically gotten over the actual turmoil from the last class and the paper grade that for whatever reason felt like such a hard blow. The presentation didn’t end up being worth what I’d originally thought so I still was able to do okay in the class.