Gonna Try It

I'm going to take the RN exam prep test. You get two hours to do it on the internet. I'm hoping I don't discover that I'm totally out to lunch!

Wish me luck! (I'll let you know how it goes.)


Update: Did the test. I took one hour and 6 minutes to complete the 100 questions in the allotted 3 hours (so I was 2 hours faster than I needed to be!). The real RN exam is two sessions of 3 hours, so I suspect it'll be like writing this practice test twice (with about 125 questions per 1/2)

I came out with a 73% average. In all seriousness, it absolutely does not matter what my grade is except that it's over a pass. When you get your results in the mail, they only tell you if you've passed or not - doesn't matter if you get an A+ or a C, so long as you get enough questions right. I'm sure they just stop marking it after you're beyond the passing point.

So it looks like I should study some of the medical tests, arterial blood gasses, and some more of my medications, but I feel very reassured that I'll be just fine. Feels good! Only 6 days left!

Work Update

Just had my phone call with Knollcrest. Went well...super well.

We decided that my first day of work would be June 15 (with, neatly enough, is the day before Grandpa's 102nd birthday, so I'll be there for that!).

Huzzah!

She asked for me to send her my references, but just because she has to. This thing is mine.

The only problem now is making sure we get all the paperwork straightened out. The thing is, it's not simple paperwork that Knollcrest has...it's crazy inter-union stuff. We're not sure if my current registration with the RN's union of BC is at all transferable to Ontario. Vicky things maybe...but I'm more doubtful. I would be fine with registering with Ontario, but of course then that paper trail could take a while to finish up...I'd hate hate hate to think that I have this job in the bag, but I couldn't work because I have to wait for weeks for someone to stamp "approved" on it and take my money.

So I've been calling the unions, and "HealthForce Ontario" to try and get the info. Of course, they all seem to be on lunch break, and I've had to leave messages with these people. Blah.

But it's really really really nice to know I have a start date, and that I have for SURE 25 shifts between then and September (though more are likely to come up once more paperwork is filled out)

*sigh* feels good.

Update on Theatre: Got an email back from Lori Marchand. The regular auditions are through, and Jeremy Tow (the new Artistic Director of WCT who's doing the auditions) is now away for several weeks. She said she'd work to get me a meeting with him in July. Of course July, while I'm away. I'm really tempted to save my pennies and just fly back for whatever day they want to see me. Still, it was incredibly nice to know that they were thinking of me. In addition, I now have the ability to go to this "Midsummer's Ice Cream Dream" event held for Project X Theatre on June 13th. It would be a great opportunity to hob-nob, and I might even run into Jeremy. (Wouldn't that be nice?). The only problem, of course, would be that I would have only one possible day to fly to Ontario (if I WAS going to fly - there was talk of me driving in whatever car I purchased) before I start work...

I'm really super good at making things waaaay more complicated than they need to be.

Social Circles...

So I'm trying my best to get 'er done.

I'm hoping that all my years of putting my fingers in all of the social pots may have paid off...even a little. It's that "it's not what, but who you know that counts," that I'm hoping will work in my favour.

I mentioned a few posts ago that the Western Canada Theatre was putting on a bunch of great shows this season - among them My Fair Lady and The Miracle Worker. So here's the scoop:

Through this and that, I came to know Lori Marchand of the Western Canada Theatre. She was warm and friendly and had seen some of my theatre performances. A year or so ago, before I last auditioned for the WCT, I went to the theatre to submit my resume. Lori was there, and she brought me in and showed me what I should do to make my resume good, and what a good headshot looks like (she pulled me into David Ross's office, and pulled a resume off his desk, and then showed me his headshots). She seemed to really support me trying to get involved. great!

So, on Friday I had my dance show. When I finally got home at midnight, I saw that earlier in the day I'd recieved an email from a guy named Julian at the WCT through Facebook. He said that Lori had suggested that I would probably like to come an audition for My Fair Lady, and that I should call him on Monday. He didn't leave an email address. So, of course, I sent him a facebook email back immediately. Again, this was Friday night, late. At the very least, I was hoping I'd hear from him via facbook my Monday.

I couldn't call this Julian guy on Monday, because I wasn't anywhere near Kamloops on Monday (for Mike's Grad - yay!), and I didn't hear from him at all...

So today is Tuesday. The day of the auditions. I know of one woman who went to them (and bumped into her at the supermarket later in the day once we'd returned from Vancouver), and I definitely wished her well....I like her :)

But, Tuesday has passed, and I didn't hear anything back from Julian. In my facebook email, I'd mentioned that I couldn't be around for any Tuesday audition because I needed to be in Vancouver for Mike's UBC grad (I said family member, because saying 'boyfriend' somehow doesn't feel like as much of a committment), and I'd asked if there was any possible way I could have another time....but of course, I heard nothing.

Seeing as I didn't have this Julian guy's email, I sought out Lori Marchand's address, and I utilized that social contact. I let her know of my plight, and asked that she give me any information (including if I'd no hope in hell of getting an audition now...)

So, now we see if years of creating a meticulous social web has paid off.. I'd be thrilled if I could just get into an audition, let alone a part. I mean, what was most wonderful was knowing that there were people thinking of me during the process, and someone actually came out and ASKED me to audition.

But, my next adventure will be my audition for the Olympic Opening Ceremonies on the weekend! Back to the coast...

UPDATE: I made some changes to this post once it became apparent that some of the things I'd written came out on paper wrong. I want people to know that I'm not the type of person to "use" others, and that in certain communities I have friends, acquaintances, and of course enemies (though more often than not, there aren't any enemies). In any case, I'll be friendly to my friends and those I don't know so well. In certain circles, like I said: It's not what you know, but who, and it never hurts to be kind. In this situation, something actually worked in my favour, and I was incredibly surprised and delighted that someone would have remembered me. I very much appreciate these things, and I would hate to have people believing that I might employ "false friendship" tactics in order to get a leg up. I'm just saying it pays to be friendly.

WHAT!? It's OVER??!

Blast.

I really did have a wonderful, fabulous, thrilling time at the KDA Dance show. The first night was OK, and I didn't have many MAJOR screw-ups. The second night I killed the Fantasia dance where I'm the ostrich and I just had as much fun as I could wearing the tutu. I made a bunch of blunders in the Masquerade dance, which apparently my parents didn't notice, but dad brought a video camera, and is zoomed in on me right as I'm making all of my mistakes...*sigh*

And I made sure to plow over all the bitches who might have been in my way when I wanted to wear my tutu for our bows. Actually, nobody tried to take me on, but in my mind I would have fought them. I wanted to wear that thing for as long as I could.

So the show, in general, went great. Everyone was fabulous and although the audience was less than exciting, all of the dancers were buzzing and offered oodles of support.

We did our bows, and clapped for our fellow dancers as they came on stage. Then we all sat down on the stage and watched the slide show with the audience that had been created for KDA's 25th anniversary. I'd seen it before - the night previous. But at that moment I just felt like: here I am, sitting in my tutu, surrounded by all of these people that are wonderful, and who care so much about dance. These people are all going to come back next year and dance and be beautiful andbe the "dance family" that KDA is, that I love. But I won't be part of that..."

And that's when it really hit me that I wasn't going to be back. That I wasn't going to be part of that buzzing atmosphere, or the ferociously humid backstage, or the endless supply of glitter, or the costumes...There I was sitting in my tutu on stage, and I'd probably never do that again. I pretty much bawled. The only thing I had going for me in that moment was that because it was so damn hot backstage, some people commented on how it looked like I was so sweaty because my face was glistening. It wasn't sweat. Thank the Lord for a good friend nearby and my stupidly non-running mascara.

Maybe I'll dance again. There are tons of places all over that have dance schools, of course. Maybe one day I'll even be back to KDA...a few years from now. I draw inspiration from some of the other ladies who dance when I see that now they have kids, they come to class alongside their little girls and I hope that I'll get to dance again. But maybe I won't. I've notoriouslt been the oldest girl in my ballet classes - a 23 year old dancing with the 13 year old girls...When I started ballet I was in highschool and it wasn't so bad to be melded. But I would wonder about joining a new class with younger girls that I haven't danced with before....6 years before...

But I still love dance. I'll get it in there somehow, I think.

OhMiGod!

YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I got a call this morning....from "Vicky Stewart, Director of Nursing at Knollcrest Lodge in Milverton, Ontario"

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Feels good.

Anyway, she asked me when I can start. She said she could have a schedule for me in a couple of days....

but that maybe I should send her my resume first, just for the sake of tradition.

She'll take me worts and all...only for the summer, and even though Grandpa lives there.

She said that she has to take the resume, but that "you're a new grad, and you want to work in Geri...I'm not going to say no...you know?"


BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!

I'm so happy right now. You have no idea.

I love dance

I went to my technical rehearsal for my dance recital this evening. We weren't in costume or anything, but there's just something about being up on stage...It feels really really good.

Even when I muck up the steps because I've managed to miss 9 weeks of classes since january...

I'm really, really excited about it. It's my first time wearing a tutu, which I've mentioned before, but I absolutely love it. I love everything about my tutu. And I just feel wonderfully silly and girly whenever I wear it. It's delightful.

But then a couple of times this evening, I thought: Maybe next year I'll take another class...like Lyrical or Hip-hop. I'll have more money to be able to do it because I'll be a real live nurse.

And then I remember that the chances of me being in Kamloops next year are kinda slim.



And then I doubly remember that even if I was in Kamloops, I probably couldn't take more than one class because I'd be nursing, which means odd and crazy hours and I couldn't just take classes three times a week because no place would hire me like that...blah.

So then I realize that I'll probably not be dancing like this again. Of course there will be opportunities - like when I was at UBC and working at the Hospital, I was able to go to drop-in ballet classes a few times a week....but there wasn't anything like a recital at the end.

Boo.

So I'm just going to enjoy every second of this last opportunity to dance at the Sagebrush. Maybe one day, many years from now I'll be able to come back....maybe.

I'll just have fun in my beautiful tutu while I can :)

The Adventures of...

Superblah.

I dunno. I went out to see some friends at a local pub for some Open Mic hilarity, and pretty much I still felt blah. I'm pretty sure that's what cleared the table I was sitting at, and so then logically I felt worse because there I was sitting at a pub alone at a table....and I didn't even have a drink! There were only like 20 people there in the pub, and nobody served me. I liked listening to the music, and I got there just in time to see my friend (and her friend) perform, so that was good. Other than that, it was weird. I got there, and there were about 10 people I knew...but people I sort of know. People I used to work with, or did a show with...or went to school with...but it was like "do I go over and say hi?" "They're with friends....should I approach?" "Do they remember me?" "Is it because they remember me that they aren't saying hi?"

So naturally I was feeling more ick than when I went in. And of course, when a couple of people asked me how I was (you know, the way people do offhandedly when you see someone "How's it goin?"), all I could come up with was "doing well...keepin' afloat." Nice. So you look downtrodden, and then you try and offload on others.

So I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when my table for 10 was empty. But honestly, it's not like I said much to people. But then, it could have been because I was terribly uninteresting. That's a definite possibility.

This is pretty blah, and I apologise for those who have to read this. Mind you, you come to my blog and take the risk in reading it of your own valition. I'm tired, too, which is probably why I made the decision to write this in the first place....dumb idea.

I'm just trying to nail down one thing in my life. I realized while on a hike with my parents this evening that I don't even know what I'm going to wear to Grad in a week or so. I've had 5 years to think about it....

Praying Disengaged

So I did all of the aforementioned praying from the last blog.

It didn't help.

I just feel more muddled.

work, car, summer, living location, grad, RN exam....I'm feeling pretty muddled. And it just feels worse because I can't make one decision without another having already been decided upon...except I can't decide on that one either because it relies on something else in some crazy circle of ugggh.

Oh, and I didn't get a ticket for anyone I know to come to my dance show. It's entirely sold out. Sandi has put me on a list of people who are grovelling to those who have purchased tickets to both show nights to see if they'll be nice and let us buy a ticket off of them....but it really bummed my day out right after I had just finished sewing my very first (and most likely, last) tutu. A tutu that I probably wouldn't get to dance in in front of anyone I know. Sure.

asrgkh'asrilgtu'rglvujt'hlvjrct. That's pretty much how I feel right now.

Is this even possible?

I'm trying to apply for a job. It's not a big job, and it's not fancy, but I want it. So I went to their website.

under the "careers" section, it outlines the positions available. Then is says "forward resumes to Ms. X at XXX mailing address." also there's a fax number.

I get it. This job is in the middle of Amish country, but you've got a webpage! you'd think then they'd have an email address to bring resumes to! So I called up this nursing coordinator. I got her voicemail.

All I said was that (it's in quotes, but I'm loosely quoting) "I'm a new nurse, and I don't live anywhere near this place ( so I sure as heck can't bring my resume in in person. I could fax it, but then I couldn't ask them questions at all...) and here's my number. By the way, did I say I was a new grad and that I want to work for you? My name's Sarah."

Now I have to cross my fingers and pray.

YA!

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