First Real Interview

This past week I had my first real job interview as a Nurse. I don't graduate till February, but hospitals are already requesting interviews of those in our class.

You know you are in the right profession when Head Hunters are cold-calling you before you've even graduated!

Now, I've interviewed for a job at Taco Bell, and I did have to interview for my job as an Emergency Medical Tech, but this was a white-collar job on a whole new level.

First, the suit: pinstripe pants, black jacket, white undershirt, silver necklace, conservative makeup and hairstyle.

Then, the resume: after consulting with a few friends who are farther in the corporate world than I, the document was polished. I agonized over paper at the local office supply store. White or Ivory? Envelope or no envelope? Thicker or thinner?

Lastly, the research: the hospital and its philosophy, available departmental positions, comparable hourly wages.

And where, you ask, does Student Nurse want to work?

Adolescent Psychiatry. Hey, it takes a crazy to work in the looney bin, so I think I qualify for the job. Plus, I had a fabulous experience in this rotation, and I've always felt at ease with this age group.

Unfortunately, the Nursing Recruiter said that positions on the unit I requested usually require experience.

This is understandable. When the 347 pound high-school quarterback with Intermittent Explosive Disorder goes off, they don't really want the bran-new nurse crying and shakin' like a vibrator in the corner.

On the other hand, maybe they are so desperate for a warm body that they will hire me.

If not I can certainly pay my dues for a year in Med-Surg before I go on. Time will tell.