Job offer

Today I curled my hair, and put on make up.  Two rare things these days.  And no, sadly it wasn't for date night.

I decided to forgo the "power suit" since mine is currently a size too small, no one likes love handles, a muffin top, and visible panty lines.  Instead I dressed in cheap consignment store black dress pants, and a modest, rather informal green top.  My curled ponytail swished back and forth from the awkward gait that wearing heels once in a blue moon brings.  The click-clack-click-clack that those horrendously uncomfortable shoes made as I walked down the brand new hall of the hospital reminded me I was far from my typical stay at home mommy role I have easily fallen back into the past month.

The interview was just shy of 2 hours long - which had me feeling encouraged as I drove home.  I spoke to P about it, and dreamed about what reality would be like with me working full time, night shift. 

And by 5pm, I got a call on my phone.  A 502 area code, and my heart started to beat a little faster.

The hiring manager called to tell me that "I can't officially say anything, as HR has to call tomorrow or the next day, but I'll just say that I am so excited for you honey."  Yes, she did call me honey, which I am beginning to realize is just the norm here.  She also stated that she knew she was going to hire me before I even walked out of her office.  Yes, I am tooting my own horn, and later I'll probably indulge in some ice cream - rightfully earned after landing a job AND running tonight.

So tonight, I'll revel in excitement for my first hospital nursing position.

Tomorrow, I'll worry about the logistics of it all - working full time nights on a neuro/oncology/telemetry floor while lovingly raising my 3 little loves, AND being the most amazing wife...sigh.