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Alright ya'll,. I can't hide it anymore. Today I officially became a Registered Nurse. And, I also started orientation for my new job.
I'm on cloud 9, and flying high. Seriously, I cannot control my excitement. I spent all day refreshing the webpage trying to see if they updated my license. And they finally decided to do it right before I left for the day. I mean, I was pushing on the front door of the hospital to leave. And then I stopped, screamed, and went running back to tell my friends. I probably looked a little like this:
The only downfall? I'm going through the whole hospital orientation thing with the girl who will be taking my old job. Now if any of you have been following my blog, you would probably be a little confused right now, since I haven't been working for a few months. But this girl is working as a CNA on the floor I used to work on, for the shift I worked. And while I am excited to finally be a RN, I am actually gonna miss the days of not having responsibilities, and being able to joke around and have fun. I kinda got a few chances to talk to this new girl and I think she will do a fair job. At least she better, because my old patients/residents mean the world to me, and if she can't care for them properly, there's gonna be a lot of trouble. That girl has some special shoes to fill...
Anyhow, back to some more good news. After I called my dad and calmed down enough to tell him I passed, he invited me out for supper and I never turn down free food. We grilled hotdogs. There is nothing I love more than the taste of a char-grilled hotdog. And I haven't had one yet this summer.
Alright ya'll,. I can't hide it anymore. Today I officially became a Registered Nurse. And, I also started orientation for my new job.
I'm on cloud 9, and flying high. Seriously, I cannot control my excitement. I spent all day refreshing the webpage trying to see if they updated my license. And they finally decided to do it right before I left for the day. I mean, I was pushing on the front door of the hospital to leave. And then I stopped, screamed, and went running back to tell my friends. I probably looked a little like this:
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| OMG! OMG! OMG!!!!! |
Anyhow, back to some more good news. After I called my dad and calmed down enough to tell him I passed, he invited me out for supper and I never turn down free food. We grilled hotdogs. There is nothing I love more than the taste of a char-grilled hotdog. And I haven't had one yet this summer.
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