One month. In exactly one month, I will be switching jobs again (sort of) and moving on to something else. Today I was offered another position in our department and I gladly accepted. When I was hired on here, I took over the hours for a lady who was moving to another hospital. About a month ago, I went into my bosses office and talked to her about maybe switching jobs in our department into something more office environment-y with solid daytime hours. She said to me that she would like that since I have proven myself and she would keep her eyes open.

Last week sometime, I got a phone call from the lady whose shifts I took over when I started and she said that she was coming back. I mentioned to my boss to remind her and she said that when the other lady comes back, that she would move me into the main office. I was happy.

A few days ago, a lady who works in Outpatient said that she would like to work in the ER instead. Today my boss came to me about the job and I accepted. She asked if I would stay and work in the ER for the next month so I could train the people coming in and then she would move me.

The reason that this is so great is because Outpatient is to the ER what a game of Red Rover is to a gang initiation. It is so easy. The other perks include:

• My very own personal desk (NO SHARE-SIES!)
• Guaranteed holidays AND weekends off
• THE SAME WORK SCHEDULE AS KARA! (The biggest perk of all)
• Kara's cubicle will be right down the hall from me
• AND A TV. Outpatient is the only part of Admitting that has it's own tv that we can see. Anytime I walk by there, they are always watching those Judge shows. Soon, that will be me watching Judge shows for a living!

There are only 2 downsides:

• I will be taking a pay cut since I wont be making the shift differential that I am here. Poo.

• My job will be even more non-descript now. I think when people ask me what I do, I am just going to start telling them I am a Performance Artist. You can get away with anything by saying that. Poo in a public place? ART. Underwear on your head? ART. Wearing a tube top? Sketchy.

When people ask if I have done anything "ART-y" lately, I'll just tell them that I am PERFORMANCE LIVING.  I'll tell them all of my Performance Art ideas but I wont ever do them . When they ask why, I'll tell them it's part of my art. It's a satire of the American Dreeeeeaaaaaam. You have the dream but not the drive to do anything about it. Heavy. Now I just need an art-y type name.

I think these 15 hour shifts are starting to make me looooooooooooopy.