"Here's my Texas license. I've applied for my Virginia license. It's in process."
[wait nervously while lady checks a paper on her desk]
"Ok. That'll work."
Aaaand fist pump. Someone else told me I couldn't start next week unless I had a letter from the Board of Nursing saying I can practice under my Texas license for 30 days while the other one processes. ...But it takes 10 business days of processing my application before I can even get that letter. Pointless middle step? I think so. Whoever gave me my paperwork yesterday didn't mention this letter, neither did I, and I will officially be starting my off-site orientation on Monday. Yay paycheck! Yay work!
(Yay work?)
On an unrelated note, I saved baby Juno from a (non) fire at the apartment complex the other night around 3 AM. In reality the storm outside struck something that set off the fire alarms, but at the time I figured better safe than sorry. First thought: are those tornado sirens? Is a tornado blowing through my apartment? Am I alive? Yes, I am alive. Second thought: Is it my fire alarm or everyone's? It's everyone's. Third thought: I guess I'll put kitty in her carrier and head outside. Wait. Carrier is not assembled. Next best thing: grab her and put a raincoat over her.
After taking my cat outside where the alarms were 10 times louder and the rain was pouring down, I realized that nothing was on fire, and my skin was no longer intact. I took kitty back inside, pried her kitty claws out of my skin, and thought about my alarm that would be going off in 3 hours. Grrrrr.
And that, my friends, is the thrilling tale of the Great Apartment Fire of 2011. I eventually fell back asleep for about 2 hours, woke up grumpy and exhausted, and had a nice big bowl of fools for breakfast. (#danidias)
Next, you'll find our hero spending 3 hours of life in CPR renewal class. Stay tuned.
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