I don't sleep at night... no biggie.

If we were to wake up some morning and find that everyone was the same race, creed and color, we would find some other cause for prejudice by noon. ~ George Aiken

Sad, but most likely true. People love to hate.

I'm Jess. I live in Charleston, WV. I am a nurse on a neurological floor. I mostly care for older people that have had strokes or have other problems with their noggins. Some seizures, head trauma and spinal surgery too. Lately it's also been the satellite psych ward. I work night shift, so it's even more fun since the real crazies come out at night.
September 1

Slacking

So, I’ve seriously been slacking with this whole posting thing, just as I expected I would. I’ve meant to post, really I have, but I just haven’t gotten around to it. Now I really have nothing to write about, but feel like I should since I’m motivated to finally do it.

I cannot believe it is already September, the year has flown by. I have been at my current job for 13 months and I am making moves to get the heck out of here. I have my precious year of experience, though to do traveling nursing they really want two years (I can’t stay here another 11 months, I’d end up in a loony bin), but I’m going to make it work. Hopefully within the next month I’ll have some definitive plans to get out of this place. 

I’ve been dating someone for the last couple of months. It’s a long distance thing and it blows. That’s how it started out, so I don’t know if it would be better if I saw him all the time. It would have to be, right? Though there is that whole “absence making the heart grow fonder” thing. Perhaps it is working because my heart seems to be pretty fond. I am hoping with this whole travel nursing thing I can test the waters of living closer and more legit dating (spending a weekend together once a month is not legit).

So now I’m biding my time here, going to work and trying not to lose my shit, wasting my days (aka nights, since I don’t sleep at night) watching Netflix movies (including a lot of crappy ones that I later regret), and waiting for the next weekend I get to spend with that guy (I hesitate to call him “my guy” even on here since we haven’t had that talk). 

Here’s hoping that I have a very productive September, including at least one post a week, minimum.