I’d do it for free

Today is the day.  I’ve been at my current job for 2 years!  I’ve never done that before.  I used to do contract nursing to save myself from burn out.  I’d envisioned myself doing travel nursing as I got older because I don’t like to sit still.  I don’t like the same routine that drags you down day by day.

One summer I was working at a boys camp.  My brother Andy, who is a nurse sent me a text asking if I’d be willing to come work at his facility that needed nurses badly.  I immediately said negative.  I hadn’t even thought of wound care at the time.  I had zero experience.  I was talking with another nurse at the camp who I’d consider the momma bear of nurses.  I was laughing at the offer, explaining I didn’t do long term jobs.  I was a float and liked it that way.  Shortly after I shot the offer down a kid busted their head open. This may sound dark… but it was the most exciting thing I had taken care of that week 😬.  After fixing the poor feller up I grabbed my phone and texted Andy back saying, I’ll only work there if there’s a wound care nurse position open.  He texted back almost immediately and said there is!  I laughed and said well are they okay with taking on a nurse who has zero experience?  Yes.  The answer was yes!

The interview didn’t go well.  I made it clear I intended on getting the experience I needed, working no more than a year and then leaving.  My current boss says I’m very transparent hahaha.  Yeah I guess I am.  On top of that, I was working at a bar on the weekends making killer money and when I uploaded my resume I accidentally sent my liquor license instead of my nursing license 🤦🏻‍♀️.  I didn’t get the job.  They didn’t like my idea of coming in brand new, collecting skills and bouncing.  Eh I didn’t blame them but it was worth a shot.

Two weeks later I get a phone call asking if I could come back in for a second interview.  I said sure but nothing had changed.  I was still standing firm on the acquire these skills and leaving position I had presented.   I went in and the lady interviewing me was different than before.  We went through the exact same interrogation.  Only the ending was different.  They asked when I could start… who me?! I didn’t know at the time but the lady interviewing me was not the DON, it was the lady who hires the DON.  The big wig.  The main Kahuna.  I actually didn’t know for a hot minute who she was so the first few months I was complaining about my job to the lady 🤦🏻‍♀️.  I didn’t understand how my complaints got taken care of so quickly but now looking back, hahaha it all makes sense.

After almost a half year there I still had only acquired the very basics of wound care.  I didn’t realize how much there was to learn in this specialty.  I began researching everything in depth, contacting scientist, taking classes, I fell in love with what I was doing.  The caterpillar became the butterfly.  The one year mark hit and I remember leaving work and thinking… I think I coming back tomorrow.

Over this past year the work has extended out passed my own little bubble.  I get text and phone calls from facilities I don’t even work for asking my opinion on wounds.  I answer those 2am messages without a worry of being clocked in.  I think you’ve found the right job for you when you think to yourself, I’d do this for free.  If I didn’t need money to survive, I’d do this job for free!  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the best wound care nurse out there, I don’t know everything and I’m still learning something new everyday, every once in a while a patient will come in and I’ll think “well what the heck is that!” and I’ll have to contact someone above me, but that’s not often and I am at that point where I can say I’m a good wound care nurse.  One day I’ll be the best.  So here’s to 2 years and counting!  Now where’s my raise?


Author: thegoldenrocks

Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving

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