I'm Stefanie.
Nice to meet you.
I've been on a waiting list for a nursing program for about the last bajillion years. I've tried to talk myself out of going back to school more than a few times. Come on! I'm 30, have 3 youngish children, and definitely do not want to add to my lovely student loan collection. But (and it's a HUGE but), I kind of completely hate my job. Trust me when I tell you that it is not fun or rewarding or special to be a 911 operator. People call you names you've never heard in real life. They threaten you and tell you what a moron you are for doing your job properly. I've been doing this for 7 years now, and here's what I've learned:
Nice to meet you.
I've been on a waiting list for a nursing program for about the last bajillion years. I've tried to talk myself out of going back to school more than a few times. Come on! I'm 30, have 3 youngish children, and definitely do not want to add to my lovely student loan collection. But (and it's a HUGE but), I kind of completely hate my job. Trust me when I tell you that it is not fun or rewarding or special to be a 911 operator. People call you names you've never heard in real life. They threaten you and tell you what a moron you are for doing your job properly. I've been doing this for 7 years now, and here's what I've learned:
1. Common sense is not so common anymore.
2. For the most part, people create the situations they find themselves in.
3. A good 60% of the people I've talked to can use anger management classes.
4. Excedrin migraine is the best OTC pain relief for work-related headaches. Not sure if the liver agrees.
About four years ago, I had a huge wake-up call at work. I was up for a promotion and lost out due to some sticky politics, and possibly due to a pregnancy. That part I can't prove, but I have my suspicions. It absolutely infuriated me that I am basically in a dead-end job. I hit the glass ceiling, and big-time. Call me an idealist, but I want to excel on my merits, aptitude, and talent. I saw the need for an exit strategy: nursing.
So here I am.
I'm running around in a tizzy trying to get everything in order before I start nursing school next month.
And I still haven't given my notice yet to my current employer, because I'm not entirely convinced they will take it well. I'm praying my flaky mom doesn't flake out on her promise to watch my two youngest (2 and 4) while I'm in school. I'm lamenting the fact that my oldest (6.5) will be going to the enrichment program at her school until I can pick her up every afternoon. My kids have never been to daycare, and this breaks my heart a little bit.
We're all going to have to adjust to this new me, the student nurse me.
We're all going to have to adjust to this new me, the student nurse me.
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