So, after four or five months of bitching, whining, complaining, and waiting, my dream ideal hospital finally called me up to start my orientation. I call it my “ideal” hospital because regardless of what I told the interviewers, I wasn’t applying there because I dreamed of working at my alma mater’s hospital, but because that place was the nearest tertiary hospital in the area. And considering the meager salary of nurses, it’s best for one to work near where he lives.
It’s always a bit unnerving for me to meet new people. See I’m not one who makes a good first impression. And anyone who knows me well enough knows that I easily pass judgment to other people (which is a fancy way of saying that I’m a total jackass).
People there were nice. Scary nice, considering I’m used to working with the super awesome ONB VN jerks like me. And even if I know someone there from the previous hospital I “worked” in, he’s not in the same class of assholiness as the rest of us.