Goodall is almost an hour away from where I live. So is York Hospital, but they're requiring 1-3 years of experience for any of their positions. I can't say that I blame them. Portsmouth, NH is also just about as far away as Goodall but I'm not liscenced in New Hampshire. Also, I don't think things are quite that dire. Still, I'd prefer an hour of highway driving to the 30 minutes of highway/30 minutes of "highway" that it takes to get to Sanford.
I'm going to work today for a few hours. All I want to do prior to that is take a nap. A long one. But that is not healthy. No, this takes us down the road to the BAD PLACE where people go when they aren't finding a job as quickly as they'd like. AS IF that's the worst thing that's ever happened. I know it's not, but meh, I seem to be reacting in a distressingly typical way.
The other thing I want to do is go shopping, which, perversely, I only ever want to do when I have basically no money. When I'm making money I like to save it. So ironic.... wait, is that ironic or just stupid? Anyway, last night my sister was wearing a cashmere sweater and I think it would be lovely to knit with. The Stitching Mantis calls to me but I won't answer.
ETA: Bunya just came home and tried to whack me in the head, telling me that I'm not to work at Goodall. Just for this I think SHE should go buy me some cashmere yarn. Because clearly, she is sabotaging my good efforts. (Honey, it's a good effort, but you shouldn't work at Maine's sketchiest hospital.) Awww, she does love me.