Day 12 of Unemployment: Things I have discovered thus far.

Well, here I am. I'm in my agency apartment with my dog and all of my belongings. Twiddling my thumbs...Looking around...with nothing on my agenda for...days. There's no where I have to be, nothing I have to do, for the first time in my life since I was a teen. I've had a full time job since I was 16. I went to the school board in high school and got a piece of paper signed so that I could work more hours than the laws allowed. As an adult, I have always worked overtime and offered to pick up shifts. I am a machine. Then, that whole "fired" thing happened.

I should start off by saying that my outlook is bright and sunny. My agency found a new assignment for me in 14 hours. Literally. My recruiter submitted me to five hospitals at 0830 that Monday morning, and at 2130 that night I had a phone interview with an ICU night manager. By 2230 she had called the agency and left a message that she would love to have me. Hear that people? LOVE. I certainly felt vindicated...then I checked my bank account. My victory balloon promptly deflated.  The realization that I would go an entire 4 weeks without a paycheck was more horrifying than an unannounced JCAHO inspection.  From that moment on, I went into financial hoarder mode. I prepared the apartment like a three week blizzard was coming. I stocked the cabinets with dry goods, bread and milk. I bought some extra dog food for my pug, Lucy, and withdrew $100 cash to keep in my sock drawer for an absolute emergency (wine is not an emergency). I was finally the poster child for preparation, so I went to bed.

Fast forward 12 days.  Since I was cancelled, these are the things I have discovered:

1)  I can watch 4.6 episodes of terrible reality television on my iPhone before it dies.

2)  It is actually possible for your dog to get tired of you. Lucy the Pug now resides under the side table in the living room despite my pleas for attention.

3)  If you walk in a circular pattern through my apartment 36 times, it equals 0.15 miles, according to Google Maps AND Apple Maps within 0.01 accuracy. 

4)  The night shift employees at Planet Fitness gym are NOT my friends at 0200,  they don't get paid enough.

5)  You can use a tea bag about 2.5 times before you actually HAVE to throw it away. It's 0.5 the third time because the taste really is questionable at that point. 

You get my point. I've had a lot of extra time on my hands. Time that would normally be filled with codes, poop, blood, and other delightful, fun things. Somewhere in that 12 days though, I happened upon some stuff that was unexpected:

1)  When you're on the road and you know no one within a 200 mile radius, you and your journal are your best friends. As a travel nurse, you have the unique opportunity to be whoever you want to be every 13 weeks. Don't waste it. Spend time discovering YOU. Want people to call you by your middle name for a while? Introduce yourself that way on your first day.  Want to chop all of your hair off and wear mostly black? Do it! (Stay professional!)  Just think of the freedom. It's terrifying and exhilarating.

2)  When implementing a five year plan, it only works if you actually follow it. There are thousands of "on-line only" BSN programs. I currently hold an Associate's degree in nursing which has gotten me very far. However, to really move yourself up the RN ladder, your bachelor's degree is the next step.  Turns out if you ask nicely, some of the schools will waive their application fee for various reasons.  Just do your research and make sure the school is reputable and accredited.  Thanks to my job's demise, I currently start school at the end of August.  Also, depending on your specialty, there are certifications that you can test for that usually turn into a pay increase. I am currently studying for my CCRN (Critical Care Registered Nurse), but there is one for Med Surg, OR, ER, and various other departments. 

3)  Learning never stops. When it does, you're in trouble. I have learned to how to make a penny stretch three different ways, and that I don't die because I failed to have my daily mocha-skinny-large-extra foam-half-caff monstrosity at $4.75 a cup. Between previously selling all of my belongings and now being essentially penniless, I realized why Tibetan Monks are so at peace. Ok! Maybe that last sentence was a little dramatic, but you get the point: Appreciate what you have when you have it. There are practical lessons also. I found out that you can wash ziploc bags in the dishwasher and they change into new, re-usable ziploc bags. Surprisingly, it turns out I don't have to have the most expensive toilet paper...it all ends up the same place. My ass is none the wiser. 

See? This is me, turning lemons into lemonade. Nurses love lemonade (with vodka).

I leave in a few days for my new city, my new apartment, and my new assignment. I will get another paycheck in couple of weeks, and my life will eventually return to normal once I catch up a few things. One thing will be very, very different though. Me. I now know what it feels like to be completely alone and completely out of options. I barely evaded being homeless and unemployed. I never want to feel that way ever again. It's like a bad dream. So when my new job starts on Monday, I plan to show up with spankin' new Big Girl Panties on(Hot pink! With Lace!). I can't wait!

Oh, and because I have looked for an excuse for three entries now, here's my pug Lucy that I mentioned earlier:

She's truly my best friend.

The Most Embarrassing Moment of My Life...and the Wonderful Lessons that Followed

Hold on to your hats, because this might be a long one.

I was going to do this blog in an organized fashion, with posts remaining in chronological order according to my experiences but I really just wanted to get this post off of my chest and out of the way. It's embarrassing, humiliating, and frankly, I want to forget it ever happened. However, I believe that it has happened to other nurses, young and old, and it will continue to happen to other nurses: good nurses, terrible nurses, and nurses that are just average. If you feel it necessary to judge, please leave a comment or shoot me an email detailing your concerns.

I would like to preface this story with a disclaimer: I am a good nurse. I am on my way to being an excellent nurse because I have had excellent nurses train me. I hold a high standard of care, and I hold my co-workers to the same level. I am willing to help in almost any situation or emergency. However, no one, especially not me, is perfect. I had made "The Leap," I sold all of my belongings (I'll discuss sell vs. store in another post), I had quit my full time ICU position, and I had moved the dog and I 1,200 miles north. Here I was! I had arrived! I am living my career dream! I am full of hope! Vigor! Excitement!  Then, I got fired.

Yep! You heard me. Three weeks into my very first travel assignment, I. Got. Fired.

I am not willing to sit here and preface the reasons I was "cancelled," with a lot of excuses about the facility and the circumstances it was under and yadda yadda. I screwed up.  Plain and simple. The ICU I was working in hadn't had air conditioning for a while, and it was 82 degrees in the nurses station. It was about 0500, and I had just sit down to chart. I wrote 0525 on my chart, wrote a note with my head in my hand, and then jolted awake at 0529 according to the monitor I was sitting in front of. Three years of working 60-72 hour weeks of night shift, and this has never, ever happened. Ever. I got up, walked around and grabbed myself a cup of coffee. I continued on about my morning, vowing to never let that happen again.

It was about ten minutes later when the Nursing Supervisor and Nurse Manager that had come in early for a meeting, approached me. In front of everyone. Publicly. The supervisor demanded that I give her my badge, and get out before they called security. There was no preface, no warning, no privacy for me, and certainly no dignity. "Another nurse saw you sleeping at the desk and said you weren't doing your work, so get out. NOW" She actually yelled. All the while, I sat there with my mouth agape. I was in total shock.

I got in my car and drove to my company provided apartment, and started packing. I was convinced that I was going to be evicted first thing in the morning and it was in my best interest to flee in the night. I at least had the rational thought to call my agencies 24 Hour Emergency Clinical Hotline. I had no idea what it was going to accomplish, but I thought I would at least let someone know that on this fabulous Saturday morning that I had gotten shit-canned.  I then continued to maniacally pack my things...My apartment looked like a church rummage sale.

I eventually fell asleep (in bed this time!!!), and was awakened by my recruiter's groggy Its-Saturday-Morning-What-the-hell-is-going-on voice. I explained what happened, and do you know what her response was? "Ok, we will find you another assignment Monday, don't worry about it. Normally it would be an issue, but you have extensively documented the issues with the facility, and honestly, it will probably be better for you in the long run." For the second time within a 24 hour period, I was actually speechless. I'm never rendered speechless people!!!!

You see my dear readers, as every good nurse should, I used my nurse/spidey sense and recognized that I was in a high risk clinical setting, and had been documenting, through emails to my agency, all of my safety concerns with the facility over the past three weeks.  I won't list them here, but they were blatant and compromised my patients.  Sure, I really screwed up. I made a mistake. I let the heat and the time of day get to me and I dozed off. You know I will never make that mistake again, that's for damn sure. However, I learned a larger lesson. Document your face off. Documentation isn't always just in the patient's chart. Don't let your unfamiliarity of the facility overrun your deeply ingrained nursing "sense." Express your safety concerns to the chain of command. If they won't listen, you do the best you can in the situation for your patients, and then you call your agency. You can call the 24 hour hotline at night. You'll normally get a call back in three hours. Don't ignore that feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is wrong!

 You will hear that agencies don't like, "complainers."  This is for the most part, true. The reason the facility is hiring travelers is because they needed help. However, use your common sense. When something is either compromising the patient, or compromising your license, or both. Stop.  Express your concern. There is a difference between "complaining" and "protecting yourself."  No one can take your license away from you if you don't do something that you know is wrong or harmful. Always remember that.  A good way to lead into a problem is, "I have some safety concerns that I would like to address." No house supervisor will have a rock to stand on when you use that phrase.

Now that this situation has happened to me, the worst is over. I can only go "up" from here. I have learned from my mistake, but I also learned to listen to my gut. Your ultimate loyalty is to your patient, don't forget that.

P.S. My recruiter did find me another assignment that Monday, and I start next week. If this ever happens to you, you are able to recover. It's not the end of the world.

P.P.S. All of my documented safety concerns were addressed in a conference call between my agency's corporate office and the CEO, DON, and Unit manager of the assigned hospital. The change at the facility is pending.

The beginning of a new adventure.

While still in nursing school, all you hear about is how much money travel nurses make, how adventurous it can be, and what a lifestyle it is. I've been at it for approximately a month now, and it's.... fabulous! All of the things "they" tell you are true. The hardest part is truly making the leap of faith and then following through.  I'm here to tell you: You can do it!

About two months ago, I got an itch. I was living in a small town in Florida about ten minutes from the beach, in a perfectly nice apartment that I found at a reasonable price. I was working in a great surgical ICU where we also took care of traumas and neuro patients. The night shift crew I worked with were all fantastic people and nurses, and we worked (for the most part), cohesively.  Despite all of this, I kept feeling as though there had to be something else out there....something BIGGER. I'm not talking about the hospital, or the town I was working in. I'm talking in a global sense. This "feeling" is sort of what started this whole thing. 

Travel nursing is something different for everyone. Some are parents, spouses and partners that need the extra money and do it locally. Some are older divorcees and single people that want to meet new people and see new things. There are people like me that have really never been out of a particular region. Traveling for a living is a personal choice. Everyone has a reason. The people that don't have money listed as #1 usually are the most successful at maintaining and enjoying the lifestyle. Sure, the money is a powerful incentive, but to do long distance travel nursing, you have to have a thirst for MORE. That thirst is what will carry you when you are scared, alone, and lonely in a city you have never been. 

Before you start traveling, before you even contact a recruiter, be sure you sit yourself down and do some self reflection. Am I happy now at my current position? What ties do I have to my current community? Why do I want to sell or store all of my belongings and drive into the sunset with my dog and clothes? Am I crazy? When I made the decision, which I like to call, "The Leap," I had a three column list:

1. Why do I want to do this in the first place?

2.  How is this going to effect my life in the short term?

3. How is this going to effect my life in the long term?

My responses were personal, perhaps one day I will share on this platform, but it's another blog post. To make a long blog post a little shorter, the end result was me throwing the piece of paper away and calling a recruiter. I threw caution to the wind and just did it. I am not listing any of the companies or hospitals I work with for fear of being identified and slapped with a HIPPA violation (I knew I could fit it in somewhere! HIPPA is your master!!), but just google, "Travel nursing companies." Then once you find one, look up their reviews on-line. There are a million and one websites about it.  

I have set out to make this blog about travel nursing because I want it to stand out. There are a LOT of blogs about the profession, but I haven't found a single one about a young, newer nurse that is just learning by trial and error. All the other ones seem to start, "I have 1,000 years of experience and 500 of them have been spent traveling." I want my readers to see a nurse that is 20 something, and new at the game, and hopefully I am easy to relate too. This post has been much longer than I intended, so here is a picture of the sunset from my agency provided apartment in the mountains of Pennsylvania:

I look forward to hearing from you with questions, comments (even rude ones!)