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My first day of placement was okay. A bit non-eventful so it was okay. I really didn't want to do much so, um, I didn't. In fact, I went to buy myself something to eat at the Thai/Malaysian/Chinese/Vietnamese place down the road at some point and went to the grocery store. So, yeah, just hope you guys don't have me as your nurse. No, really that's how uneventful it was. I was also hoping for an afternoon shift but got stuck doing mornings. This causes problems. Damned public transportation. The bus in front of my place doesn't go past until 6:15 am and I have to be there at 7:00 am. It takes me about an hour from the train station to get there so yeah, no go. So I said I would be about 30 minutes late everyday. I was told "oh no you're aren't" so I thought that was funny. I said I would try to get there earlier if I can. My classmate said that I shouldn't have said anything and just show up 30 mins late on the first real day which is tomorrow. We're trying to get a day or two to do afternoons/evenings next week.
Rehabilitation looks like it should be a good experience. I am looking forward to it. You know, all the exercising and stuff like that should be good for me to knock down some of this extra weight I have accumulated over the last few months.
Bad thing is that I have developed a nasty cough with horrible sinus drainage. I am coughing like a smoker and some of my classmates are sneezing like it's a fad. Not good.
There are rumours going around that I will probably be selling the Bentleigh property for somewhere between $280,000-320,000 (hopefully). I don't really want to do this but I don't like living where I'm living now. I just realized how inconvenient it is. I knew that before I moved to this place. Funny thing is that I will probably move BACK to Bentleigh to a new place. Not a unit. I've had it with units. It seems like my job as of late is just concentrate on saving Gilbert money. Funny.
I have exams every day this week. The big one is on Fri and it pretty much says if I can continue nursing or not. If I don't, Ben's going back... hmmm, not so bad after all really.
One way or another, I need a job. I feel like a loser. Gilbert's gone and I'm here by myself trying to take care of myself. Not fun. I just ate 4 italian burger things. Good stuff, especially when it's burnt. (I like my burgers burnt.)
So yeah, I need an effing job. Getting desperate and that's no good.
I think I've straightened up since the last post I've done here. God, being away from your original home does some pretty awful things to you. Really, it does. Ideally, I would love to be back in the USA but it's not really the smartest option right now. Honestly, I am actually scared to death of doing my practicals. I've heard and witnessed some really horrible things here in the medical field in Australia. I used to actually like the idea of having socialized (universal) health care. (Don't know what it is? Click here.)
But what you get is nurses and other medical staff that is way overworked and way underpaid. At least in the US, a nurse would make a decent amount of money. Here, I think I could make more working where I worked before I left for here. The sad thing is that I can't go back to that job anymore. It doesn't really exist anymore.
But as I was saying, it isn't looking pretty. In some ways I think the technology here lacks behind the US and my instructors have actually said that. I remember one saying that finding a pillow in a hospital is like finding "hen's teeth." Then she turned around, faced me and said "In the US, you don't have that problem. They have everything." How scary is that?
I do love people. And if you, the person reading this, was sick, I'd most likely do whatever it took to nurse you back to health whether I knew you or not. Well, that's a good thing because that is sorta what nurses have to do. And that's fine. Here, I tell people that I am doing nursing and it automatically comes to my career revolving around wiping asses all day. So much more is involved but people in Australia don't understand that. You know, unless they've been a patient or they're a nurse themselves.
So I am a little scared to do my practicals. Sometimes I sit back and think that I should have just stayed in the US to do this. I feel like my education would be better but of course I started here so I might as well finish, you know? I feel a bit "weird" taking care of Australians when people in my country could easily use my skills as well. I'm sure one day I'll go to work in the USA though and make roughly 2-3 times as much.
That is the reason for me finding any problem I possibly can with my partner. I actually told him that on Friday. I told him I am so nerve-racked about it. So he started talking to me about it and don't think he focused on the ass wiping... he always does. And I tell him "I wipe my own ass, how is it any different?" Honestly... how is it different? OK, a little bit but it still needs done.
That's my post about nursing and my initial thoughts. I hope you're enjoying this. :) Go out and appreciate a nurse today. :)
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Tags: nursing, appreciation, practicals, usa, australia, universal health care
Well some good news, especially after yesterday's bitchfest.
I did talk to Gilbert yesterday. I sent him an email about what I thought and a few times, I'm afraid that I upset him. You probably ask yourself, why even care? Kick the guy to the curb and move on with your life.
Easier said than done, I'm afraid. A lot easier said than done. It's my personal opinion that I should not give up on something that gives me the littlest bit of grief. In the past few months, I have, I admit. I gave up a job that I probably really shouldn't have - but well, life moves on. I had to pick up the pieces, place them together, use some wood glue and move forward. It's not really the same with my relationship. It's like, breaking a gigantic vase, then have lost a few pieces - or a few of the pieces are cracked so small, you can't fit them back. Then I take the "fixed" vase, drop it again, making it harder to fix. More pieces get lost, more pieces get smaller...
When you've dropped that same vase a few times, you get a pretty ugly vase. It looks more like a 2nd grader put it together than anything pretty - so you're like, ewwww. Well, the same thing is happening with my relationship.
I can't say that I am the sole problem. I can't say that he's the sole problem. We do have some issues that need to be fixed. We sometimes need to agree on things where it benefits us both.
True, if I did go to university things would be extremely tight for the both of us. And it will give me an opportunity to lessen my burden on loans. And for me to be as debt-free as possible is a good thing... so I will take a look to see what is truly the best option. My option DOES NOT really include staying here. Duh, I know that's the "best" option. But I need to be there for a year with him.
Yes, you heard me right - we're going for the interdependency visa again. Hopefully I'll have an agent for this time around. If that is part of his plans, then I must be important. Sometimes I wish I felt that important - or even worth it.
So if things must start over, I guess that's fine. I won't be delaying years, only months which give me time to get more money.
I spoke to my boss at my first job about working less than 20 hours a week. He's OK with it. So hopefully I can balance at least 50 hours a week. If not, I'm screwed eh? Getting back to the post office should be fun... mmm hmmm.
I'm outta here. Just wanted to send an update. (No one said I was being irrational either - I felt that I was being that way.)
If I had to show you a picture of what I felt like, it would be a cross between this and this.
Yeah, not good. I am just feeling like shit lately with having a sucky job and all. To me, it doesn't suck too bad but the pay sure doesn't make it worthwhile. So, here I go again on another hunt for a job, I guess. But I'm not about to quit the one I have now... honestly, I don't want to. I am just mad because the shit I want to do doesn't pay much. Of course, I don't want to be in retail for the rest of my life or I wouldn't be striving towards a goal of being a nurse.
I feel like I'm letting myself down quite a lot lately. I feel like I'm letting my partner down a lot too. I feel like I am a disappointment to my parents and family. And no, it's not good. Until I get this degree, I'll be feeling this crappy - or at least until I get a start.
I'm also not feeling very attractive at all. I do find it amazing that some people still view me as being attractive, but I don't want to listen to it. I would actually love to hear it right from Gilbert but I guess that's not going to happen anytime soon.
I'm tired. I'm not going to cry myself to sleep or anything like that - don't get me wrong people. I just sorta wish that I didn't fuck around so much and I did something I had a genuine interest in many years ago so I'd have a good job now... one that pays well and I could already be IN Australia for good.
So yes, I'll sleep now. BUT before I do, I wanted to warn you that I did have to take out the login stuff for now. I'll sort through it tomorrow. Anyway, lots o' love and junk.
Well, as expected, this week is to a great start.
I have a job interview today for home healthcare which I'm really excited about. Then tomorrow, I will have a job interview for one of my other favorite things to do, retail. The thing with these jobs is that they're part-time, which is fine with me. I need money like you wouldn't believe!
But in the long-run, at least one will help me out when I work in Australia. I mean, what can be more fun than taking care of old people? I'll tell you, nothing! Even if they're grouchy and mean, I hope I can make at least a few of them smile a little bit.
Anyway, gotta get dressed. It's been fun for us both.
UPDATE: Yes, I work for the home healthcare people. And I start TOMORROW. I also have to go to the job interview tomorrow too - just for shits and giggles.
Just a quickie...
The good news is that I got an offer from the university that I wanted to go to (Deakin University) and it's a lot cheaper and closer than the last one I got an offer from. From a general standpoint, it appears that this is going to be the best option for me.
The bad news is that obviously means that I can't stay in the USA.
What was creepy is that I was having dreams about Gilbert moving to Houston and I told him that I was so happy for him and he seemed happy too. And nothing makes me happier than to make the happy smiling man happy. Of course he's going to be very excited to know that I did get an offer. I am curious to know why it's so cheap though...
Anyway, hope you all are well. Sorry about the rant last night. :)
After another night of getting no sleep, I have decided to quit my job. I went in and quit earlier and my supervisors were NOT happy. They treated me like a red-headed stepchild right before I left. No one said anything to me really about it, which I find is surprising. Really, no one would even talk to me right after I quit.
I thought about sending an email to my 'boss' but it's not going to do any good. I missed my orientation by 30 minutes anyway, and I just hate the company I had to work for. (Conn's for those who don't know). I have always hated everything about the company and working there just made me feel like I was one of them.
Anyway, onward ho to find another job - one that I can stand at least! The pay may be a lot worse, but at least I have my sanity, right? And maybe I can sleep again. That will be good.
A lot of people there were saying that it didn't look like I was very happy there anyway. A lot of people around me said that I seemed very depressed, upset and mostly tired. They're right. I feel a lot better now that I don't have to go back... money isn't a problem (yet) but I need to be on my toes!
Wish me luck, yeah?
