Five

Five. The number of jobs I have now held since my graduation 21 months ago. Seems I'm never satisfied. Good thing I really love my husband.

Although there were five, all the jobs were only at two different institutions, though, so it's not like I'm really job-hopping or anything. Really, I'm not. Each one is better than the last.

For better or for worse, I accepted the position of Clinical Resource Nurse at my current place of employment. What it means is that I have exactly the same assignment (a requirement I stipulated before accepting) but added on is the responsibility of arranging staffing when there are sick calls. For an additional buck an hour.

Although they were careful not to say so, I am pretty sure I was the only applicant. I think this is one of those don't-touch-with-a-ten-foot-pole positions. Although they said I was qualified and would do the job well. I actually think they might be crazy. I am not sure I am experienced, or qualified, for it, and I told the managers that. I also told them I wasn't sure if I wanted it, but then I had an out-of-body experience and heard myself accepting. I will now have to take a turn with a pager, in case of emergencies, such as approving overtime requests (Trevor says that I really secretly wanted the job so I would know I was important enough to have a pager... I don't entirely deny it. It will be fun until my first page and I don't know what to do). I know I can learn it, and I am excited about the extra challenge, and the experience, and the fact that it is a 6 month term...

Wish me luck. I need it. Not as badly as my sister, though. I wish some of this karma could rub off. I'd be happy to share a little of my job satisfaction so she can have some...