To think my travel nurse journey started back in October with a simple suggestion from my old boss and mom. I was unfulfilled, but I wasn’t “ready” to change. Instead I complained and continued to be disappointed about my lack of results.
“The definition of insanity is doing the same fucking thing over and over again, expecting shit to change.” – The Urban Dictionary. I’m not sure who originally created this definition, but this version will do.
To actually be in this moment is surreal! It’s easy to say your going to do something extraordinary, but it’s more difficult to be courageous and do it. There are times at work where I think to myself “Damn, I really did it” and give myself an internal pat on the back.
It has been very difficult to find the words to describe my first day. At the end of day one I was elated. I’ve heard stories about travel nurses being treated like dirt. Fortunately my new and temporary coworkers were welcoming and I received an additional orientation day than originally anticipated.
I’m currently working four 10 hours shifts and after my first full week, I was exhausted! While I knew in my mind I was traveling for work, my body must’ve thought I was traveling for leisure. Babyyyyy, I slept on and off until 1 pm that following Saturday.
I had this idea of travel nursing that I would be “living my best life” and I would be “lit” all weekend with my new coworkers/friends. Completely unrealistic considering the first location I picked and majority of my coworkers have kids my age.
I’m not brunching it up this assignment, but I’m still living my best life. This assignment feels more like a retreat in a quiet, peaceful town in Massachusetts. There’s no doubt that my time will come when I let my ratchet side roam free.
Looking back all the hype, back and forth, indecisiveness, hesitation and the obsessive research seems so silly. I would stay up until 2am researching the “best” recruiters, the best companies, housing stories, comparing pay packages, everything travel nurse related. The truth is, it’s the same sh*t different company and hospital.
It’s really not that big of a deal now that I’m on the other side. Like, why was I even stressing?