Day one.
New start for me= time for new journal.
I wish I would've started this journal at the moment I started my job searching so I could keep track of exactly how many applications I've sent in, but I must've applied for at least 20-25 today alone. The grand total is probably somewhere around 75 or so now, and I've heard not a thing back on any, save for maybe one or two that e-mailed me saying I'm not qualified.
The whole wanting nurses with experience only is definitely getting on my nerves. I can understand for an ICU position, or a specialty position, but not accepting new grads to a regular med/surg floor because you're too lazy to want to train them is ridiculous. I'm absolutely sick of applying for jobs already, and I wish I could just give up...but I can't.
So far I've looked in Muskegon/Grand Rapids/Holland area, Fremont, Ann Arbor, Saginaw, Detroit, and when I got nowhere there...I went to Chicago, northern Ohio, northern Indiana, and parts of Wisconsin...annnnnd, nothing. I wish I would've graduated even 2 years ago when my friends did because they walked right out into the job field and all got jobs. This sucks. Big time.
James has been pretty good to me throughout this whole process. I'm not happy these days, and he can tell. I partly think my depression is affecting me again...not to the point that it has before, but it's starting to take a toll on me. I'm very short with people, especially James, and when anyone asks me how my job search is going I want to punch them. I'm sleeping 9-10 hours a night again and am sleepy and lethargic pretty much all day. The whole living situation is not helping anything. I'm sick of the drama, and I'm sick of being part of other people's drama. I have enough on my own plate right now without worrying about other people's problems and where other people are living.
I hate having money problems, too. I hate that we barely have enough for rent, let alone enough for anything else...like an engagement ring, a wedding, a baby, a new car, a house...anything that I've been wanting lately, which is another reason the whole not having a real job thing is annoying right now.
Right now, I want to crawl under a rock and come out when it's spring, hopefully with a new job in my possession. Not really the ideal way to start off a new journal, but for better or worse, this is my life right now.
I wish I would've started this journal at the moment I started my job searching so I could keep track of exactly how many applications I've sent in, but I must've applied for at least 20-25 today alone. The grand total is probably somewhere around 75 or so now, and I've heard not a thing back on any, save for maybe one or two that e-mailed me saying I'm not qualified.
The whole wanting nurses with experience only is definitely getting on my nerves. I can understand for an ICU position, or a specialty position, but not accepting new grads to a regular med/surg floor because you're too lazy to want to train them is ridiculous. I'm absolutely sick of applying for jobs already, and I wish I could just give up...but I can't.
So far I've looked in Muskegon/Grand Rapids/Holland area, Fremont, Ann Arbor, Saginaw, Detroit, and when I got nowhere there...I went to Chicago, northern Ohio, northern Indiana, and parts of Wisconsin...annnnnd, nothing. I wish I would've graduated even 2 years ago when my friends did because they walked right out into the job field and all got jobs. This sucks. Big time.
James has been pretty good to me throughout this whole process. I'm not happy these days, and he can tell. I partly think my depression is affecting me again...not to the point that it has before, but it's starting to take a toll on me. I'm very short with people, especially James, and when anyone asks me how my job search is going I want to punch them. I'm sleeping 9-10 hours a night again and am sleepy and lethargic pretty much all day. The whole living situation is not helping anything. I'm sick of the drama, and I'm sick of being part of other people's drama. I have enough on my own plate right now without worrying about other people's problems and where other people are living.
I hate having money problems, too. I hate that we barely have enough for rent, let alone enough for anything else...like an engagement ring, a wedding, a baby, a new car, a house...anything that I've been wanting lately, which is another reason the whole not having a real job thing is annoying right now.
Right now, I want to crawl under a rock and come out when it's spring, hopefully with a new job in my possession. Not really the ideal way to start off a new journal, but for better or worse, this is my life right now.