This is officially the last week at the toxic cesspool that constitutes my old job. I've been just about conscripted to come in once a week to take care of things as best I can, on the weekend, for about 8 hrs, for a ridiculous amount of money. It'll pay for COBRA at least. I'm excited beyond all reason to get the fuck out of Dodge.
In a bizarre twist of fate, I'll be sitting for the ANCC exam the day before I start work at the new digs. No pressure. I have a lusty, spirited hatred for this exam and the entire process therein which transcends my ability to express it. Never have I felt so thoroughly, professionally insulted in every way. This level of hoop jumping should be reserved for skateboarding.
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