I thought the hard part about grad school (well, minus the actual coursework) was going to be applying and getting accepted. Wrong. THEN they make you jump through about
-get a Missouri license (A process in itself. I do not remember it being this hard to get a Kansas license when I lived in Texas.)
-immunization updates, TB test, physical exam
-color blindness test
-criminal background check (and I get to pay a large sum of money for this privilege)
-proof of health insurance (I know I am blessed to have insurance already, but it's one more thing to copy and mail at this point)
-clinical orientation training and exam
-HIPAA training and exam
-Harassment training and exam
-Computer security training
-meet with my advisor (who somehow lives 2 hours away)
-do more paperwork for tuition reimbursement (Again, I know I'm blessed to work at a hospital that offers a fair amount of tuition reimbursement, but the woman in charge is more disorganized than I am, which is saying a lot. This means plenty of un-returned calls and e-mails, paperwork that needs to be redone, and extensive stress and pre-pre-planning on my part so I can still enroll on time.)
-In addition to this list, my BLS and NRP certifications expire in August so I need to take those classes again in the next month or two
-I am also taking a Graduate level Stats class this summer. I think it's safe to say my days of boredom/leisure are over and I didn't enjoy them while they lasted!
I sincerely hope that I don't have to do this kind of paperwork before each and every semester even starts. Once is enough! And wading through this is incentive enough to finish what I start, lest I have to start over from scratch.
P.S. This is totally my fault, but I also now have to find money for a speeding ticket (I admit I was going 9 over in I-29 in the middle of nowhere Iowa/Missouri, but he ticketed me for going 12 over-- a $25 difference) and I need to find 6 hours to take Defensive Driving ASAP. Fun.
Now that I've whined about these to-dos, I have to tackle one I've been avoiding for a few days: scrubbing the fridge. Our fridge and freezer have broken about 4 times in the last 8 months. Each time the apartment maintenance men came to fix it, it worked just long enough for me to feel confident about stocking up a bit and then at the peak of fullness, it dies again and I throw away hundreds of dollars of food.
Anyway, when it broke last week, that was the last straw. I told them they had to give us a new fridge. And they did. Well, a new old fridge. But beggars can't be choosers-- although I do wish they'd cleaned it first. I came home after work one day to see they'd switched the fridge out and put all our food in the "new" fridge. But there's mysterious black residue in the ice maker and several gross spills in the fridge and freezer that obviously aren't ours.
So I'm off to empty it all, Clorox the heck out of it, and re-organize. Yay!