After heroically surrendering my June '06 nurse license and taking up the whole '07 exam, frying one's neurons for NCLEX, finally realization hit me and fate poked its ugly head right through me. I mean, fate must really be teasing me right? or if it wasn't then this joke was really done in bad taste. Nurse agent, that's what I am, a nurse doing one's time in a call center. After completing 2 degrees and taking up and passing the necessary exams, I should have felt relieved by now, shouldn't I? Yes I am! I'm really proud of my achievements. I'm really grateful that I have part time jobs not only as a medical call specialist but also as a freelance writer whch help support my financial needs in my pursuit of local hospital employment. Don't bite the hand that feeds you! Damn right they are!!! haha! When truth smacks you and tells you, there's NO Professional Growth there, honey! Alrighty, then it's high time I submit myself to this enslavery called hospital work. Truthfully, it's uncomfortable to be uncontentented, unsatisfied, unsatieted, unhappy UNEMPLOYED nurse.
Nursing is a compassionate profession and as such entails doing service to humanity. A nurse should be spending his/her time -- doing BEDSIDE, and not somewhere else (unless you're planning on shifting to another career). This is the reality called life.
Footsies have already gotten worn and thin throughout my journey, applying in local hospitals, savings almost saturated with accumulated expenses, have gotten richer though because of the increasing pile of photocopied documents and resume. Standard greeting at the hospital's HR department would be: HR: I'm sorry but we're freeze hiring as of the moment. ME: Can I leave my resume for your future reference? HR: (pointing towards a heap of papers) We still have these currently under process. You can come back after 3 months. (Yeah right!). Not daunted by these drawbacks, I gathered myself with a renewed pasion and fervor, nearly blindly went on and gave out my resumes and photocopied documents to passerbys and commuters along MRTs/LRTs and malls!
Alas! There must be something wrong with my cover letter, so I decided to reconstruct it...
To whom It may Concern,
I'm a nurse employed in a call center, I have completed 2 degrees and presently an unemployed (in a local hospital setting) nurse seeking work in your prestigious healthcare institution. Please accept me, I'm willing to do various -ING jobs -- suctioning, bathing, feeding, positioning and even folding (linens). You don't have to give me compensation, an allowance will be appreciated but is truly unnecessary. I'll gladly pay you 10,000 for the whole 6 months of voluntary work. I can even work on 12 hour shifts and if needed can work overtime for another 12 hours. I ask, I beg, I implore you!
Desperately Seeking Work,
Sheng,
RN
Hmmm.... Should I be using this new format instead? I wonder...
- Mood:
discontent
ok the dishes yourself, wash the clothes yourself and clean the house yourself! Akin to an old familiar adage: GET A DOG AND BARK YOURSELF.10. Rinsing the bacon and tocino (sweet bologna) in running water for five minutes, then frying them with used oil.
9 . Cooking pakbet (mixed vegetables of Ilocano/Pangasinense) by boiling the small cut pork in water alone, NOT adding the damn vegetables and the bagoong (fish sauce).
8 . Sleeping two hours in the afternoon, then sleeping as early as 8 o'clock in the evening without washing the dishes used during dinner.
7. Mutilating 2 large basins in a span of 3 days.
6. Bleaching white with colored clothes and turning a former pristine white shirt into a multi colored clothing.
5. Folding dried clothes, and after much sniffing, finding out they've been emitting a putrid odor.
4. Washing the bags together with my passport in the laundry.
3. Disappearing for 8 straight hours with the excuse of going to church.
2. Flirting, batting her eyelashes coquettishly with the houseboy next door, leaving the household chores unattended.
1. And bloody hell, cries when you point out these blunders.
- Mood:
annoyed
Talking about bummer and bums, I am admittedly one. I am a professional deadbeat by the way. After finishing 2 college degrees, acquiring 2 nurse licenses (1 local, 1 U.S.), I am now the domestic holy grail goddess! I'm eternally fond of cooking, washing/ folding clothes and organizing clutter. I do this on my own volition, free from brute force. But hey Jose, no way am I going to stay this way. It's time to move on! Time to achieve! Time to liberate myself from domestication! Metamorphosis engage! But how?
How should I go about the rubble? Where should I start? What's in it for me? What's the next step in the grand scheme of universe ascendancy?!?!!
I need to reboot myself. (Press CTRL+ALT+DEL).
So, help me God.
- Mood:
envious
292 days, 7008 hours, 420,480 minutes and 25,228,800 seconds had passed since my first formal review for my NCLEX-RN (National Council Licensure EXamination-Registered Nurse) Exam, a licensure for all wannabee nurses aspiring to get a
Upon enrolling as a full-time student at a review center last January 2007, I vowed to myself that I shall endeavor and devise all possible means to pass my NCLEX exam and that included hurling into cloistered existence: pouring, drowning, wallowing my glorious self to my review books and NCLEX CD test questionnaires. I met my soli (soulmate) at my review school. He was Oh yi, and he became my OOhh la-lala inspiration. Countless hours were spent looking at his riveting face while he droned on, elucidating us with astounding pathophysiology and related nursing interventions of several disease processes that plagued the fragile, human body.
A month before meeting Oh-yi, I received my eligibility from
2 months before my scheduled exam, I was already slipping into a bundle of nerves, becoming a classic basketcase. Armed with the Saunders Trilogy (Saunders Comprehensive Book, Saunders Q&A, Strategies for Success), my markedly systematized, handcrafted review notes and a massive collection of various pirated CDs (hehe!), I engaged into an all-out, anal retentive NCLEX review. This is it. ’Tis me vs. computer adaptive test! ’Tis me vs. $600! ‘Tis God’s will vs. U.S. Nursing Licensing Agency! Ga-Zillion hours were used up in an attempt to cram up even the most useless fact. Acute backache relieved only by sleeping with hips and knees flexed at night was also an expected outcome. Activities of Daily Living (ADL’s) were equally neglected.
October 16, 2007: 3 pm: My NCLEX exam. Aaaaah! Judgment Day!
Going into a programmed mode of living: waking up, bathing, eating lunch, riding and alighting the train and taking the exam. Everything became a distant blur. Rudely awakened only by the automatic shutdown of my computer at 75 items, prompting me to seek the test administrator. No! No! No! My time can’t be that short. I still wanted to review my answers; I wanted to turn back time; I wanted to smack, paddle and clobber the monstrous machine!
2 Days after October 16: I accessed the Pearson Vue (the NCLEX test administrator) for my unofficial quick results; too much analysis must have caused my brain paralysis because I can’t believe that I actually PASSED?!!? I passed? I passed! I actually survived it alive! Amazing! God is so good! Hubahubakuwanuuba! Watch out for me, world, here I come!!!
- Mood:
accomplished
"Ay sus!!! Burles man yun, gang!!?!!"
Our new household help, Ate Flor
But I doubt it's feasibility. I heard they have already been seized and banned in the market.
She calls me "gang" (which means love/mahal in Cebuano). Much pleasant sounding compared to our 2 most recent household helps, the Bicolana who called me "She--" and the Ilongga who called me "Chi--". Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Much to my chagrin, they were unable to add --NG to my short nickname and aptly pronounce it as Sheng.
Whadda Fu__ing "She--T!" "Chi--T!" Hahaha! (^^,)
I fondly call Ate Flor, PANGGANG, a combination of "pangga" from Ilonggo (meaning mahal/love) and "gang" from Cebuano (which also means mahal/love).
Oooooohhhhlalalalalalalalalala---- Love! Love! Beat that!
- Location:house
- Mood:
amused
After treading from HELL TO HIGH WATER RECTO going to PRC , I felt my itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, (and nope it's NOT yellow polka dot) dainty feet protest from so much abuse. Staring wide eye with disbelief as another 3-wheeled conveyance (pedicab) splattered floodwater infested with Leptospirosis and (only God knows) a million other vile pathogens on to my pitiful feet. Urggh!
From the iron gates of 
HELL PRC, MANONG GUARD glanced
insolently at my dirt-ridden feet. After a thorough invasion of my privacy, convinced that I was not harboring any bombs, he asked the purpose of my visit to which I gleefully showed my stub in reply. "Does your surname start with a letter S?" (S ba ang apelyido mo?) I said yes. He then pointedly instructed me to walk straight ahead and turn left, curtly informing me that I should be transacting my business there.
By now, the torrents became much persistent in torturing me from a steady downpour to an outright cats and dogs' pour. Finally!!! a queue of boisterous ladies and gents!
Yes, I did get my board rating. (NOT bad for a 2nd courser! *hint**hint* it was well above the 80s) I was not shocked. I was not exultant nor was I despondently gray.
I was just drained and exhausted. Thank God Erwin was with me. Truly, God provides entertaining company just when everything looks bleak and apocalyptic! A breath of fresh gossip armed with a sharp eye trained at swooping on exotic male species, Erwin was my saviour. Yes, my dear Erwin. It's the other way around. ;-p
- Location:house
- Mood: exhausted
Despondently gray and blue
Memories spun around in hue
Endless shadows colored in blind
Lost in fool's paradise, do not mind
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Tears washed in lacquered acid
Terra-firma of Tara-like splendour gone flaccid
Scarlett once said I'd think about it tomorrow
Ay! 'tis but a conscious repression of sorrow
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Flourishing innocence amidst a cynical world
Thriving, enduring from thy master's steadfast hold
Languidly relishing the beauty of resplendent foliage
Living carefree in mischievous folly at this age
- Mood: melancholy
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