In case you are wondering, things did not turn out the way I would have made them turn out if I'd had any say. But now I can honestly say that the way things turned out was exactly how they were supposed to.
I will probably elaborate in a future post but right now I really don't want to get into specifics...mainly because I feel pretty good about where we are today and where we are headed. Those of you who know me know that it was a rough year and a half. It's over now, though, and time to move on to better and brighter things.
So let me tell you how this story begins...
A few months ago I was bored and surfing the net. I wasn't specifically looking for anything but, as I always do, I checked out jobs in Hawaii. It had become a way to fantasize about what could have been and what never would be after all was said and done.
It wasn't that I was really unhappy...I loved my job and the people I worked with. I was happier than I'd ever been in my marriage, though I wished T didn't have to work nights. Things were good, aside from being perpetually tired from picking up extra shifts.
Anyway, as I looked at the available jobs at the hospital in Hawaii that I'd tried to get into for 6 years I saw that there were 2 that I was qualified for: a staff nurse in PICU and a transport nurse position. I stared at those 2 job postings and thought: What the Hell.
And I applied.
I thought no more about it after that. I knew they would never contact me. After all, I'd applied and applied, taken all sorts of tests, even spoken to HR and unit directors...all to no avail.
2 weeks later I received an email telling me that I was required to take some pre-interview tests. I laughed to myself; I'd already taken every test in the system and passed them with flying colors. T wanted me to call them but I just kept putting it off. I knew that it would be just like all the other times.
After a few weeks of T pestering me about it and getting increasingly annoyed with me, I called. Mainly to get him off my back about it. Being constantly rejected by them really did a number on my ego. When I called I was told that I didn't need to take any tests since I'd taken them and they would forward my application on to the appropriate department heads.
Right.
I then promptly forgot about it.
After all, I had a vacation to plan and a thousand other things that needed my attention.
Until last week.
As I watched TV and played Facebook after a long day at work, the phone rang. I glanced down, expecting to ignore it, to be honest. But caller ID said "Hawaii, US". It really didn't occur to me that it would be the Hospital. I thought it was the hotel we had booked for our vacation next month so I answered it.
And there I was being asked if I was still interested in a job I'd applied for months ago. A job I'd coveted for years.
After a 45 minute phone call I was ecstatic. I really thought it had gone well. Really well. The hope that suddenly blossomed in my heart scared me to death. I was afraid to get my hopes up.
After 6 long days I couldn't stand it anymore and I called the director who had interviewed me. Of course I got voice mail. She did call me back but I had already had to gone to bed. A 6 hour time difference really makes it hard to communicate sometimes! We agreed that I'd call back the next day after work.
So I called. And got voice mail. Story of my life, right?
But then something happened.
Human resources called and officially offered me a position in the PICU. My dream job in a dream place.
So this morning I accepted. And now the adventure begins.
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