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One giant sigh of relief. That's what today has brought. Well...kinda.
I start work tomorrow. Thank the gods, I finally have a start date. I know how much I make and when my first check is coming in. I'm pretty sure I know my schedule, but since the manager told me one thing and then the HR rep told me another, I am going to wait to be absolutely certain on how many hours I'll be getting and which days I'll be getting them. If it is the way the HR rep told me--which, I think it will be, because I think the manager worked it out to get me the most hours and thus her the most use of my time--I will have enough to survive and even save a little. But, I do still have things to pay off, so saving may not happen until I find a second job. I'm looking, but it's hard. It's mornings only and three days a week at that. Who is going to hire someone for those hours? If you know of someone, you know, let me know. Because I haven't figured it out yet. But, at least now I have a little more time.
Now I just have to get through two weeks. Well, three weeks, really, because they pay us on Fridays. Not sure how I am going to work that out, but I may be looking at appling for emergency food stamps. I am not, in any way, thrilled about that idea. But, what can you do? A girl's gotta eat.
And, I called my landlord. I told him when I get my first check and asked him to send me a statement that lets me know exactly how behind I am. Because I paid $200 for March and will be able to start paying at the beginning of May, I should probably only be a month and a half/two months down. That's not bad, right? I guess I'll just have to see how much I owe. Anyway, I get paid three times in May, so hopefully by June I will be caught up again. Just in time to start paying for next semester. Ugh.
Hince the need for the second job and the extra cash. Surely I can find one....

So, yeah, there it is. I finally got a job and it just so happens to be the right job. The job to put me in the best possible place. I'm so glad I got it, I'm so glad my start date is finally here, but I wish it hadn't been so hard to get here. I like to think that things happen for a reason and in some sort of universal pattern, but I'm probably wrong about that. It is kind of comforting to think, though, that if I hadn't made all of the bad decisions I made that I wouldn't have eventually come to this job and this place. But, then again, I don't know. I don't know a whole lot. Sometimes I feel like I don't know anything.

I can't wait to start, though. It's a job I've done before, and it will probably be a lot more work and a lot less observing than it was the last time--this OR is literally three times larger than the one I used to work at--but it is a huge, huge step in the right direction. It's a huge, huge sign that I never got off track.
Step one: decide medicine is what you really want to do through experience as an EMT. Done.
Step two: get education I can carry with me to wherever I go (surg tech). Pending.
Step three: get job at major city hospital to gain experience and network. Done.
Steps four through a million: TBA.
Still right on track. Still gnawing on the elephant. Still moving forward.

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