Settling in to the new place, sick of moving, etc. Much rain the last few days, beautiful on the lake. I'm loving the heat and the rich dense smell that I recall from my childhood, wandering around the bayous up in Pensacola. A green smell, not quite mold, wet. It's the smell I've always associated with Florida, haven't gotten much of it here in Orlando. Now, a year later, I finally feel like I'm here.
Tired and muzzy today. Yesterday they floated me to the ICU. asdfkl!!! !!! Now, those folks are sick. It was most humbling. I didn't take an assignment, because HI, HELLO. Not qualified. But I "helped," and asked nine million questions, and apparently didn't annoy anybody because they offered me a job with critical care training, and god help me, I'm thinking about it. Remember all my whining about less stress? Yeah. Anyway, it's on the table, as Lance would say. I might, I might. It's a good group of people, tight. One possible problem: they called me Mary Poppins all day, with great glee. Would have to nip that shit in the bud post-haste.
Also have an appointment Wed. with Staffing, for a float position, and an app in for Education Specialist, because my favorite thing in the world is to explain things to people. It's my not-so-secret fascist spirit, yo. But anyway, many possibilities coming up. So of course I'm feeling great love for my current co-workers, and things are going very well on the unit, all being-forced-to-float-to-ICU aside. Figures.
It seems I've missed some good wank while I was away? Damn. If only all you people would subsidize my writing, I could've gotten the cable hooked up sooner. Fuckers.
3,000 words on the JuC Swap, and I think the recip. might like it. *crosses fingers* Don't tell anyone, but I may call in sick the 20th, just to be sure I finish.