After 59 days without a full time job, I start tomorrow at the same hospital as Jeremy! I’ll be working in their rehab hospital doing close to the same thing that I was in Charlotte, just in a faster, busier, more demanding environment. I’m so relieved and yet so concerned that I will not be able to survive the 8 hour day again…I’ve really gotten accustomed to having a relaxing breakfast, doing stuff around the house, and watching a variety of cooking shows and Ellen everyday at 3!

Luckily for our pocket books, I’ve been working a few hours a day covering vacations and such at various hospitals, but it appears that the glorious world of part-time work is now a thing of the past for me…why didn’t anyone tell me to stop complaining about my lack of job?