The Job Hunt is on...

New York, here I am. Three bags packed and a one way ticket has found me head-on in this massive metropolis. Despite the constant smell of dead fish and trash juice, I am loving it. Drips of mystery liquid descend from hanging balconies but I don't really care because I am instantly distracted by something else. The throbbing pulse is international and exciting, no matter where you turn.

Stressing just slightly about the unemployed status of my new situation I am fully diving into the job hunt. I will be leaning in an unconventional direction, in that Labor and Delivery will not be my only focus. I have sent my resume to a plethora of offices, hospitals, facilities, strip joints, movie theaters and clinics hoping that it has been edited to perfection. My qualifications may be minimal for some of the mentioned places, but I have faith that my dynamic persona will hook, line and sinker any boss.

This morning was #1 of a potential 2 interviews for the day. I questioned my outfit. Do these red shoes really go with this fancy black skirt and this not-so-fancy white shirt? Then I briefly recalled the combinations of outfits I have seen walking the streets and assured myself that I looked just fine. I have already been offered this particular position at The New York Center for Addiction Treatment Services, which is a day clinic for adult substance abusers, but I was so confused of what the position entailed, I asked to "shadow" for a bit. The position is part time and would require me to spend a few hours assessing the patients of previous and current drug addiction. I would question their medical and health history referring anything suspicious or questionable to the staff MD. Since the previous nurse high-tailed it of there without a trace, I was left in the hands of office personnel for details.

Mr Lang, the Director, was who I met with. Nice, but so very difficult to hear and understand when he said anything. He was a mumbler, with a heavy southern drawls and soft spoken. I think I left more confused then when I first arrived. He may be a substance abuser himself which could make for an incredibly fun work environment if those are some of the stipulations required to fit in. If that is case, I will bring my own addictions to the office. They say cocaine and heroin are a deadly duo, but how do they feel about chocolate and nuts? Talk about disaster. 

I got excited when he told me that once a week the nurse holds group meetings addressing any health topic that may pertain to particular conditions. I wonder if I would get to write on a dry erase board? A far cry from laboring women, addicted men would add a spice to my work history and could open a lot of doors (and feasible black eyes from the unstable patients) so I am keeping the possibility open. If I will be working closely with Mr. Lang, I may to need to hire a translator so I can decipher what the hell he is saying to me. Cost effective? Maybe not.

I am currently residing on Sam and Scotts air mattress that conveniently inflates and deflates in 60 seconds. This is just part of the "living out of a suitcase" itinerary I am following which is temporary for now...or so they think. Hopefully, I stay on their good side and Sam can rope in the good grades thus bringing harmony and love into what could turn violent or silent.

The Hudson River and Central Park have been visited and clearly deciphered as my oasis from the storm. The canopy of trees that hang over head in the park create the feel of a jungle. My mind literally trails back into history as I see horse carriages trot through lamp post lined streets. And the Hudson, serving as an avenue for all things industrial and large steel masses, reminds me that New York City is such a vibrating epicenter.

This month has been a bit exhausting. I honestly can't find anything in my swarm of suitcase that has been pushed into the corner. Nothing stays folded which baffles me and I should really look into how people get laundry done in this city because I am nearing the end of my clean clothes.

The job hunt continues as does my exploration of my new temporary home. I spent some time long-boarding yesterday and have discovered a new past time. It was fun...even as the passersby screamed and ran out of my way. 

So, the week ahead should be telling. Send good juju...