Do What You Love and Love What You Do

         I am sitting at BWW (Buffalo Wild Wings) and a friend whom I hadn’t seen for a while made a comment about the fact that I hadn’t posted anything on my blog for quite sometime and WHY THE HELL NOT??  Told him I had nothing to talk about and no advice to give. So he told me write about what I know. So I will.

          

          What I know right now is my job. 5am mornings and/or crawling back to my comfy bed at mid

night. However, despite the tired eyes I am developing I do love my job. I am currently working for the University of Utah Hospital in the Burn Trauma ICU. I work as a Health Unit Coordinator. Sometimes my job is sad because, as I said before, it is an ICU and at other times I want pull out my already short hair. But despite its crazy and depressing nature, it is always rewarding, and I get to wear scrubs!

          

          I was blessed with the position by sheer chance. Previous to my awesome job, I was a personal stylist. There were many aspects of my job at Nordstrom that I loved; the awesome people I worked for (Macklemore), the many friends I made, and the many shoes and handbags I had a love for. However the glitz and glam of the position still left me feeling like I was wasting my time. I applied for over 60 potential jobs, but as anyone who as ever applied to work at a hospital knows that you are just one of thousands.

         

          I found myself so unbelievably unhappy working for Nordstrom, that I put in my resignation well before I found a new job. I freaked! What had I done?! I have always worked and I had never been so hasty in my decisions. So I sat for a little less than a week without a job and then I got the call. I would be interviewing for a HUC position in the OR.

         

          The day of interview my car was making a weird noise, so I took it to Pep Boys (No, I didn’t intentionally rhyme). Turns out my breaks were beyond replacing the pad and all I could think about was that I am going to be late for my interview. I had fifteen minutes to drive.  Typically from where I was it would take maybe ten minutes but this was mid day, I was SCREWED! I sped in a 30 and cussed out a lady in a van (The last one I do not regret). I had approximately 7 minutes to spare when a young man was hit by a car only three cars away from me. Turns out the car hit the back tire of his bicycle. I was concerned but I was more concerned that my 7 minutes turned into 3 minutes. When I finally parked my car and ran I was too late. About 5 minutes too late.  

        

         I went to sign in at the HR desk hoping she would ignore my tardiness; the woman informed me that they never take late interviewees. I was about to lose it. I could feel my face flush in the way when you are about to cry. I held it together and said I would wait. I sat there for an hour and a half watching other interviewees come and go and talk about their previous experience. I could have sat there stressing myself out more and comparing myself to the 30 and 40-year-old men and women. Instead I sat there thinking to myself what would I do if I could not fail? I would get this job and I would do so by being myself. Finally, the head of HR spoke to me. I informed her about the ridiculous events that had occurred and began to beg for five minutes. When they gave me ten I felt even luckier. I talked a mile a minute, spilling out every detail I could about my work ethic and my love for helping others. But then I realized that the job that I had applied for wasn’t the one I was interviewing for.

        

         The interviewer asked me if I could handle working in the Burn ICU. I rarely ever get queasy, I find the inappropriate interesting, and I love a challenge.  We clicked. She informed me that I should receive an answer within the next day. I held my breath for way to long, never letting my phone out of my sight or hand. The phone finally rang and I was elated. “We would love to hire you,” she said (or something like that). I GOT THE JOB! I am finally on the path to my dream job. I walk proud and sometimes tired to the best job ever.

         What I know right now is happiness in a career. The feeling that things are falling into place. My mother always told me Do what you love and love what you do.  Oh and did I mention that I get to wear scrubs!

I wonder what is next?

I am 20-something just trying to figure it out.