The Good, the Bad, and the Down-Right Ucky...

So, first we'll start with the good.  Friday I took the dreaded NCLEX.  It shut off at 75 questions.  UGH, talk about thinking you failed.  I thought for sure, how could I be one of the people who actually passed their nursing boards with the minimum amount of questions?  I was pretty sure I had joined the "FAILED in 75 questions club".  However, I was wrong in my worry, and I totally PASSED!  I'm so happy I could scream! I cried.  I cried a lot.  I cried on my husbands chest, and I cried into his shoulder.  I cried tears of happiness about passing.  I cried tears of exaltation about never having to work as a CNA again unless I wanted too.  I cried to my Mom, and my Step-mom.  I cried so many flippin' happy tears that I think I ran dry.  It was a great day!  We had a celebration!  We went out to dinner at Longhorn.  It was so yummy and delicious.

Then the next day happened.

I woke up all kinds of happy.  I am now a Registered Nurse.  I have finished my schooling and proved that I can function at the minimum level required by the State of Florida.  YES!  I AM WOMAN!
(insert screeching tire noises here)
nope.
not happening.
Apparently corporate has to "change a few things" and blah blah blah which could take up to 2 weeks.  That's right.  TWO WEEKS.  I am livid.  I am beyond livid.  I have officially seen red.  I left work very unhappy and came home.  I cried in my husbands arms again.
To make matters worse, I had a dr's appointment that morning, and cleaned out the receipts in my purse.  I forgot that I had a $10 bill wrapped up in one of them.  So, on top  of feeling crappy about work, I literally threw away ten dollars.

Then I got to go to work.
As an aide.

Coming into work was bitter sweet.  The overnight nurse was clapping and saying "Congratulations!!!!" and all I could do was give her a look and said "no".  She said "No, really congratulations! You did it!"  So, I explained my story.  Since I was in such a foul mood, I came to work at the normal time, (I am usually early) so every aide for 7-3 was there, along with the aides for 11-7  EVERY one of them stopped to listen to my very, well, uh shall we say colorful description of what happened, and how I felt about it.  I told all the aides there, that under no certain terms was I doing ANYTHING extra.  I am here to do my job, and I am going to do "my job" and go home.  I was not a very good person to be around today.  Seriously, I didn't much like myself.  So, I had to change my attitude.  Maybe I'm in need of a big piece of humble pie? Maybe I'm too cocky in my new found nurseness?  Maybe, just maybe this is Karma for something.  Maybe I need to just go with the flow
I've accepted my fate for the next two weeks.  I'm not happy about it, just accepted it.  I will go in, and perform my duties to the best of my ability.  I will be happy when corporate makes up their mind to let me push a cart.
Until then...I will breath.
And restrain my mouth and opinions.