Employment?

Holy shit.

I have a job. A really good job.

Really? Do I really have a job? A really good job?

A couple of weekends ago, I was in Houston going to a series of interviews trying to convince someone that I was the employee of their dreams and that I would never let them down. Well, folks, mission accomplished.

This past Friday, I accepted a job offer in Houston, Texas as one of the first Trauma ACNPs (Acute Care Nurse Practitioners) at Memorial-Hermann Hospital. I walked into the Human Resources department with that proverbial lump in my throat trying to convince myself that I knew what I was doing. Honestly, the interview process is quite nerve-racking and, sometimes, just downright intimidating. Over the course of two days, I interviewed at this respectable institution and began to get a feel for the type of people that worked there and the type of people I would be potentially calling my co-workers and colleagues. Needless to say, I was thoroughly impressed with the facilities, the model of care being implemented, and an innovative idea that I would be a part of if hired. Now, I should not fail to mention that the certain guy I keep calling my fiancee lives in Houston as well as an amazing group of people I admire and love. Perfection.

In the model of care that I have become a part of, the patient is, once again, put at the center of care. With the addition of ACNPs (i.e. Me), important, specific tasks in patient care will not be overlooked as well as an increased amount of patient education and teaching will be offered and done with the patient.

One of the coolest things about my job is the variety of injuries, diagnoses, and people I get to deal with on a day to day basis. All of the motor vehicle crashes, gun shot wounds, cheerleaders falling off the top of the pyramid, and boating accidents will be things I get to treat and, hopefully, get individuals back to their baseline function with a little bit more knowledge about smart decisions and good health. And, of course, let's not forget about all of the broken bones I get to diagnose and fix everyday.

I guess I'm still a little shocked at the fact that I do, in fact, have a job that will actually pay me for what I love to do. Two words: Thank God. He has been so good to me, my family, my fiancee, and my friends. This year, thus far, feels like a dream with everything that has happened and everything that will happen: from New Year's, to our engagement, to nailing down a job, to graduation in August, to moving to Houston, and all the way to planning one of the most amazing weddings with the most amazing fiancee.

Now, only one month and 9 days left until graduation.

Good God, I have a job.