Hey, so have I mentioned that 'tis the season of CaRMS, interview offers, interviews? Yes, OK, probably once or twice.
Whaaaaattttt? You are tired of seeing the word CaRMS?
Believe me, so am I. My apologies. It is just that right now, whenever the constant chatter in my brain stops to take a breath, the word CARMS appears and I descend into one of my thought spirals of:
what if I don't get any interviews?
what if I get loads of interviews for jobs I really want?
what if I have interviews during my surgery elective in Ontario?
what if I don't get a job next year in Canada or Ireland?
how am I going to start paying off my suffocating debt?
am I going to work as a nurse next year?
do these flannel Christmas pajamas make my bum look big?
and so on...
“...of all the hardships a person had to face none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.” -Hosseini