Let me start this off by saying that I had the greatest pleasure of having a wonderful interview today. It was comfortable, I felt right at home, and all I can say is I sincerely hope I am given the opportunity to be employed by them!
Being a mom has its ups and downs and sometimes, after a long day of wiping tears, chasing
I am a healthcare provider by trade, working as a Certified Nursing Assistant for a hospice inpatient center during the last 7 years; during my time as a CNA, I received my Bachelor of Science in Nursing. Finding a job as a registered nurse here in California has been, for lack of a better word, awful. Even with tons of experience, a fairly decent GPA and a degree in a field that is supposed to be in high demand, I can't even land an interview with a small community hospital.
7 months after I graduated, we found out Daniel was upon us. I slowed down my job search then, since I wasn't have any luck anyway. I didn't want to stress out about anything while pregnant and the benefits my current position gave me were enough to make me want to stay. Over the years, my coworkers became my family and I enjoyed being there to let them to watch my pregnancy progress. When Daniel was born, I spent just one month back at work before Gary found a job in a different city and we had to move. And now, we're here.
And I'm right back to square one.
I've been applying everywhere, for everything: registered nurse, nursing assistant, retail, barista, various writing positions... I've even signed up for online opinion survey websites. I heard once that finding a job you want is a lot easier when you have a job; well, how nice for those already working! Where does that leave those folks without jobs. You know, folks like me? Sigh. And then, once you've interviewed (which for me, has been a grand total of 2 times in the last 9.5 months), there's the whole "we'll call you by such and such time"...
At least the volunteer position I applied for with a local children's hospital emailed me like, that DAY to tell me my application had been declined... which is a whole other can of worms I may open up here on day. Really? Denied to VOLUNTEER? WTF. I'd be lying if I said "I didn't want to volunteer for you anyway!" but really, come one!
I keep reassuring myself that I have a bigger, better, sweeter, more beautiful reason to stay home right now than be at work: my little boy. So remembering that I'm giving him the best give ever by being home with him everyday, I feel a lot better. Something will happen for me, I know it will. It will happen when it's supposed to happen. I'm just getting a tad bit sick and tired of telling myself that...