the unwieldy wumanjoo

hello and goodbye

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 05:09:00 +0000

Have I told you about a patient of mine that I met in the ICU before I left for California? No, I guess not. I think I've only written briefly about it in the FB world but not here. FB status updates are instantaneous, but they're also soon replaced by the next update. What I like about my blog is that it keeps record of all the thoughts I've shared with you on here with easy access. This is one story I realize I shouldn't let pass without sharing.

I met the patient in the ICU after she had suffered a stroke. I find out she's a seminary student and a pastor of a church in the Bronx. She asked me about my thoughts on the book of Job. I ask her what the book of Job means for her right now. Of course I could make some sort of guess. That's when she started to weep. She feels like Job.

I find out that one of her sons died two years ago. And two years ago is when she was diagnosed with cancer. She's undergone radiation and chemotherapy. She believes the stroke is a result of the treatments she's received.

We talk about ministry. With tears she tells me of how her church presented her with a robe and told her they were ordaining her. She's not officially ordained since she hasn't finished seminary, but as I began to see how sick she was, I began to see why her church had done that for her. With tears she tells me how she can't wait to put on the robe and be their pastor.

She will not get that chance. As I typed that last sentence, I can't help but to shed tears myself. This patient inspired me. She helped me to see how much ordination can mean to a person. It meant so much to her to have the endorsement of her church and to be validated by her congregation. She told me to keep up the fight because even without me saying anything, I think she as a woman understood our shared journey and the struggles of being women in ministry. I was struck by how differently I had been viewing the idea of ordination...as if it was some kind of burden or hurdle I had to jump in order to do the work I want to do.

She will not get that chance. I can.

Last week I came to see her on the day she was being moved to hospice. She had taken a turn for the worse and was no longer able to talk. Members of her church were present. They were singing songs, reading Scripture, and speaking words of encouragement to her. Her son was present, and for the first time, I could clearly see the sadness in his face. He was always pleasant and smiling when I would see him. Her husband wasn't there at the time. Everyone was concerned for his well-being since he had taken the death of his son very hard. Now his wife is leaving him.

I don't always understand the journey that I've been on, but I do know that certain people can cross your path only momentarily yet leave a great impact. Thank you, LM. I have been blessed, encouraged, inspired, and challenged by you.

my fake boyfriend

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 04:32:00 +0000

I have a fake boyfriend. We became friends when this residency year started. Even though we went to seminary together, we weren't friends until we were joined by the common experience of our work and our general frustration with a couple of other residents. In the beginning we had more in common with each other than anyone else.

More recently he's made it a habit of coming over with a DVD when he's on-call, and I don't mind. He makes me dinner. He keeps me company. Today we were at the VA Hospital for a workshop on suicide. Afterwards we went shopping for spices, stopped in at a thrift store, and lugged back 12 bottles of wine to restock my supply. We picked up dinner, opened a bottle of wine, talked and ate by candlelight. LOL. Ok, as I write this I realize how much it seems like we're a couple, particularly if we're eating by candlelight. LOL!

Today he said he wondered if our supervisor thinks we're dating. I suppose we do seem somewhat inseparable at work too. We often leave the office together to grab breakfast in the morning. We leave the office together when we're heading across the street to see patients. We eat lunch together. One of us is often waiting for the other for one reason or another.

It's been nice to have a fake boyfriend. It's nice to have the companionship, and I think it's helped me, in a way. Since I'm not sure what will happen once the residency ends at the end of August, it doesn't seem to make sense to put myself out on the dating market right now. I feel like my energy should be focused on figuring out where I'll be and not with whom I'll be.

What's missing, of course, is the romance. I do miss the affection of a romantic relationship, but, again, I think it's better off this way. I certainly don't think I could handle any more frustration and heartache right now. A fake boyfriend will do just fine.

letter sent by post

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 22:30:00 +0000

After a light night of sleep (coming home from CA to several leaks in the bathroom ceiling being the reason for the short night of sleep), I arrived at work after being away for just over a week. I sorted through the pile of messages left on my desk. My colleague sitting in the desk next to me handed me an envelope which had been placed on his desk instead. The handwriting looked vaguely familiar, but it was the address that gave it away. It was a handwritten letter from Abdul.

What in the world could my ex-bf be writing me about? Well, it ended up being two pages filled front to back with some realizations that he has come to recently. He expressed his sense of regret for not realizing things earlier and for ultimately losing me. He says that he doesn't blame me for leaving him. He also stated that he met someone after me, and she left him after he treated her the same way he treated me.

I wasn't sure what to make of the letter, and I still don't. I guess I feel a little better that he recognizes that he made some mistakes. It makes me feel a little less guilty for ending things with a man whom I knew was really into me. Oh, well. It's all water under the bridge for me now.

No, I'm not looking back on this one either.

my niece loves to eat

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 13:10:00 +0000

Too cute! And listen to what Anabel is saying at the end.

a reason to stay

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 22:28:00 +0000

I'm here in California right now. After seeing my sister and nieces in Magalia, I flew down to spend some time with friends in So. Cal. It's been great seeing friends and the sunshine. It's cloudy here today, but it's not 20 degrees like it is in NYC.

As 2009 comes to a close I've been thinking a lot about 2010. It will be yet another year of transition for me, and I can't help but wonder when it's going to end. I find myself wishing I had a reason to stay...somewhere, anywhere...but without a reason I feel like I'll be wandering forever.

My reason for leaving CA was to help with a church plant. My reason for leaving NJ was because...well...it's NJ (sorry!). My reason for leaving Harlem was because I got kicked out. Well, that, and I did start an awesome CPE residency program in Brooklyn. In general I do feel happy with where my life is right now. I am loving what I do, and that's important for sure. But I struggle with a lack of church/community. I've been looking for a church home in Brooklyn, and I may end up staying with the Covenant church close to home (and the only Covenant church in Brooklyn). It's not really the church community I'm looking for, but maybe it will be okay for now.

I just want a reason to stay...

Things with Kirk...well, I've said my final goodbye to him, and it's for real, completely and totally. No turning back. As much as I would have liked to continue to be there for him particularly since his mother's death in July, it just wasn't healthy for me. It made no sense anymore.

When August comes to an end, so will the residency. By the end of August I will also need to vacate my apartment since it's an apartment owned by the hospital. I have no idea where I'll end up in September.

My first choice is still NYC. I would like to stay in New York. I love NYC. But unless I am able to find a job in New York, I have no reason to stay. I mean, practically speaking, it would be impossible for me to stay in NYC unless I find a job there. I have no "home" to go to after residency ends. My home will have to be wherever I can find a job.

As it turns out, it seems there are more chaplaincy positions open in CA than NYC. At least that's what a Google search turns up. I'm not saying it will be more likely that I'll end up in CA, but it certainly seems like I have to keep that option open.

I suppose I should look at it as a positive thing. I'm not tied to one place so I have more flexibility in my job search. But it doesn't feel quite so positive right now.

Instead of dwelling on the fact that I have no reason to stay and that life is so unknown, I realize there are things that I can do. I need to take steps in becoming endorsed/licensed by a denomination, whether it's the Covenant or not. After that I will need to work on becoming certified as a chaplain. Then...then I can focus on looking for work and figuring out the next steps.

These last several months as a chaplain resident have been great. Now it's time to get serious about what needs to happen next. The thought of uprooting again, even if it's to someplace I know...I don't know...maybe a fresh start will be good for me. Just as long as I eventually find a reason to stay...somewhere, anywhere. I want to find it soon.

dude...

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:18:00 +0000

Wow, I can't believe it's been two months since I've written in here. Has FB really taken over my life?

I guess so.

clash, conflict, crap!

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 22:12:00 +0000

Well, I'm all moved in and continuing to settle into my new apartment. Living alone this time around feels so much better than it did the first time. At times I expect someone to walk through the door any minute, and I have to remind myself...no one will! After all that I've been through with my roommate situations, it's really, really nice.

The real content of this blog entry has to do with the new group of residents and how I seem to clash with one of my colleagues in particular. Today I became so angry at him. Someone said I used my stern "teacher" voice. Another colleague said she thought I was going to hit him. Hit him?? I wouldn't do that, but basically it tells you how pissed off I was at him.

I realize one of the big reasons why he irritates me so much is that I experience him as being fake. He's closed off during our group sessions because he seems to have issues with authority. I think he's afraid of being judged by authority figures and therefore can't be himself in the group. This morning when he gave his report, I felt he was talking very slowly and deliberately and even highlighted how he believe he exerted his pastoral authority in a way that felt weird. I feel like he's trying to prove something.

This afternoon before we headed over to the pastoral care advisory committee to introduce ourselves, he told us to "impress them." I told him it would be best for us to just be ourselves, that being ourselves would be impressive enough. He kept stating our need to impress them, and so I inquired what he meant. Maybe I pushed him a bit on it. He said he wanted them to see us favorably, not like the bad group that was here before. That's when I lost it. I was angry that he was passing judgment on the last group by calling them "bad." WTH?

I value authenticity and being your own self, not what someone tells you or expects you to be. I believe it comes out of my experience growing up as a Korean American. I rebelled against the notion that I had to be a certain way; I suppose I resented it. Perhaps that's why I react so strongly to someone who can't be themselves and has to put on a show. I realize there is probably a lot of fear behind his way of being, and I do want to be sympathetic. Right now though, I feel pissed off. UGH.

It's going to be a rough year...

in between

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 19:04:00 +0000

I know...I haven't been blogging. Maybe FaceBook is just taking over my life. Or maybe I really have nothing to write about. No, I do...

These days I've been feeling "in between."

I am in between two apartments. I had wanted to be moved into my new place by now, but the last resident is needing more time to move out. And then I have to wait for them to paint and clean the apartment. I may be here for another week, but I will need to okay it will my roommate first.

I am in between two groups. The new group of chaplain residents started on Monday. The old group finished on Thursday. I was working through my goodbyes with the old group and my hellos with the new group at the same time. I miss the old group. The new group? Well, there have been conflicts already, and one resident in particular really, really irks me. Surprisingly the one resident I knew from before (he graduated from Union with me) and I have become allies. I say surprisingly because I wasn't sure how I felt about having him in the group. He's an intelligent and talented guy, but I always thought he talked a lot about himself at Union. LOL. It turns out he's pretty cool, and we have a lot in common.

I am still in between churches. I need to figure out what to do. I find myself going back to Metro Hope in Harlem, but I really would like to find a new church community in Brooklyn.

Another "in between" at work is my floor assignment. I am no longer assigned to the oncology unit and the med/surg unit I've had since May. I am now assigned to adult psych, a different med/surg unit, and part of the ICU. I had requested psych and the ICU, and I am happy that my supervisor honored my request. Although I have the assignments I want, I still miss my old floor assignments, and I will need to get used to how things work on my new floors.

As far as my dating life...I would say I'm in between there too. I am not on the online dating site anymore. It was a waste of time. But, believe it or not, I have met people in real life that gives me hope that there may be decent single men left in this world.

Hopefully I will not be in between for too long. I would really like to be somewhere and not just in limbo.

moving poetry

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 01:22:00 +0000

I feel really privileged to know some really cool and amazing artists.

I just got a copy of DeLana's book How God Ends Us. If you like moving and powerful poetry, GET IT. Get it NOW!

Speaking of artists, this musician came to share some of his musical talents with us today at church during our special arts Sunday. He happens to be someone I met through Kirk. And Abdul knows him as well. Crazy...

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 11:32:00 +0000

Kirk's mom passed this morning. He was there overnight and heard her stop breathing.

Please pray for the family. I got a chance to visit at the hospital on Friday. While I was there I met his mom and also saw how attentive the kids were with their mother. It was very sweet. She raised them well.

Now they begin the journey of life without her, and life will never be the same.

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 11:45:00 +0000

Please pray for Kirk and his family. Chemo didn't work; surgery is not an option. The doctors are giving his mom less than two months to live. She is calm and brave, and I believe it's because she knows where she will be going. It's going to be harder for the family she is leaving behind. It certainly doesn't seem fair, particularly when there are many more years you would like to spend with your mom.

Several of my friends have lost their mothers to cancer. I am thinking of you today too.

moving on out

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 01:24:00 +0000

Tomorrow I move out of the apartment from hell. (That is, if the movers really do show up...) Goodbye roaches, goodbye mouse, goodbye filth, goodbye cigarette and pot smoke, goodbye random and unannounced overnight guests, goodbye loud upstairs neighbor (the music and the sex), goodbye heat-that-turns-on-for-no-reason, goodbye inconsiderate roommate and her drug-dealing boyfriend. I have had enough!

Yesterday I asked the roommate how long her daughter was going to be staying. Mind you, I was told she had a daughter. I was also told she would visit maybe every other weekend. "Oh. She stays with me all summer." Seriously? If I had decided to stick it out in the apartment until September, when would I have been told this? Isn't this something you should tell someone before they move in?? This would mean her daughter would probably stay in her tiny closet of a room and she (and her boyfriend) would be staying in the living room. As if I needed another reason to leave...

Goodbye, Harlem. I am sad to leave you with this bad taste in my mouth. I will try to remember all the good things about living in West Harlem.

Brooklyn, I look forward to calling you home. I am told this is where the cute boys are. I guess we shall see.

the end.

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 04:03:00 +0000

My relationship with Abdul ended on Tuesday. I had been picking little fights with him the week before. Thursday was because he didn't bring food like he had said he would when I was on-call. Friday was because he ate the salad that Jimmy Fallon gave him all by himself. (If you don't know the story, well, ask me about it and I will see if I feel like telling it.) I decided to spend the weekend in Cherry Hill with Susan and Jenny. It was a mini CA reunion. I needed to get away.

When I returned on Monday I was on-call at the hospital. Abdul and I talked briefly, mostly just to catch up about the weekend, not to really talk. He came by on Tuesday afternoon to talk. Our conversation was fairly brief.

Breaking up is hard, and I don't like it. I feel badly about the fact that I wasn't able to fully reciprocate with Abdul. In a sense Abdul made the break-up easier, because he stated he didn't want to be with me if I didn't feel the same way about him. I was sad when it happened. I cried.

After he left, I got an email about a bicycle I had inquired about on craigslist. I went to see the bike which happened to be just around the corner from where I was. It felt like fate. I bought the bike. I felt better. Then I went to see some female friends to celebrate someone's birthday. I felt okay. In fact, I felt okay all week.

Today, however, kinda sucked. I was packing all morning and in need of moral support. I realize I miss being in a relationship. I miss having someone around and having someone I can count on. *sigh*

I am thinking about resurrecting my dating blog. If you don't know about it, it's probably because you're not supposed to know about it. When does this all end, anyway?

killing time...

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:29:00 +0000

Okay, so I'm leaving work now. I'm heading to check out a storage facility a couple of miles from here on Flatbush Avenue. At 8 p.m. I'm supposed to go and see about a vintage bicycle in Brooklyn Heights. I will need to find a way to kill time inbetween then. Obviously stopping by to see how Kirk is doing is not an option, even if he does live in Brooklyn Heights.

What to do, what to do...

one step forward...

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 12:12:00 +0000

Today is a new day. I have today off because of the Saturday duty that I took at the last minute. I didn't really sleep in which is okay. I'll need to do some laundry in a bit.

I realize over the past few days that I have been, in a sense, grieving all over again. No, it's not a death I have been re-grieving, but a loss nonetheless. A part of me is disappointed in myself that I could let it get to me like this, and another part of me realizes that I needed to let myself be frustrated, sad, and mad all over again.

Today is a new day. I had bought Abdul and I tickets to Toast of the Town this evening. I have been eagerly waiting for this event for the last month.

I don't know that I can see beyond a day or two at this point. I still have some things I need to think about. But for now, it's one step forward...and we'll see where the road leads...

dark and moody

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 14:22:00 +0000

I know. It's been a good two weeks since I've blogged. I've also been listening to Tori Amos incessantly over the past three days or so. I guess I've been feeling a little dark and moody...

The truth is, after finding out Kirk's mom has cancer, I've been feeling confused and conflicted. I don't blame Kirk for reaching out to me for emotional support, but how could my feelings not resurface? And what is all that supposed to mean?

Anyway, I have talked with Abdul about my conflicted feelings. and I have talked with Kirk. Now I'm left feeling angry and sad all over again.

I told Kirk I realize now that it wasn't the lack of commitment that bothered me. It was the fact that I didn't feel seen or heard by him. It was like I was invisible to him sometimes.

He did say that with the girl he's currently been seeing, he's also feeling the same kind of doubt. Maybe it's supposed to make me feel better that it isn't me, but the whole thing still makes me mad. I told Kirk I want to hit him on the head with a wiffle bat.

I seem to have a hard time letting this go, but I also know it's not just about Kirk. I see how this kind of thing shows up in my work too. I have been finding what is most frustrating in chaplaincy is not the emotions and the grief. What is most frustrating is when I am perceived to not be what the person wants/needs. "Who are you?! We need the Catholic priest!!" Which is fine except when I can't get them the Catholic priest in the middle of the night and I try to explain that I can bless their stillborn baby, it seems to fall on deaf ears. In the end they did thank me, and perhaps my presence was appreciated. Yet I felt drained and a bit frustrated. I did what I could, or what they would allow me to do, and I couldn't meet their needs (nor could I even try) because of their perceived need for a Catholic priest. *sigh*

All the frustration seems so unnecessary...

the past 48 hours...

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Sat, 30 May 2009 19:02:00 +0000

So...

My first day/night as duty chaplain went well, I think. I wasn't paged at all after midnight. I was able to be with a woman who was getting ready to give birth to a stillborn. It was a very sad and moving experience for me. I felt grateful that I could be there for her.

After my morning report to my group, I shared a devotional reading from Psalm 42. (The chaplain going off-duty offers a report of everything that happened in the past 24 hours and then shares a devotional/reflection.) When I got to the third verse, I started crying. I explained to the group that I was crying because the night before, when the woman cried, I cried with her. The psalm is a mix of honest lamenting and hope. It seemed a fitting psalm for that morning.

In other news, I decided to look for another temporary place to live for the months of July and August. When I went to pay my rent for June, I realized I just couldn't do it. I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach. At that point I called up the person I am subleasing from. We agreed that she would use the security deposit I gave her to pay for June's rent and would look together to find someone to take the room. I've been looking on craiglist for a room myself. I may be in Brooklyn sooner than later.

Yet in other news...and getting back to some sadness...Kirk texted me to ask for prayers. His mom was just diagnosed with cancer. I find myself truly wanting to be there for him, even if it is in a different way than it would have been before. Cancer is a scary thing.

duty calls

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Fri, 29 May 2009 03:05:00 +0000

Today is my first 24 hour shift as duty chaplain. I'm currently tucked in the bed in the on-call room. I was paged a couple of times in the early evening. I have completed my scheduled duties for the day. So far it's quiet. I haven't seen any roaches or mice. The room is smoke-free. And there's no roommate-and-boyfriend drama. I love it! I may actually get a good night's sleep! That is, as long as the beeper doesn't go off...*knock on wood*

Good night, everyone!

ridiculousness

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Thu, 28 May 2009 02:25:00 +0000

My roommate and her boyfriend have been arguing for two days straight. This evening she even brought a friend of hers for some kind of reinforcement.

From what it sounds like...he's a drug dealer. He's cheated on her. He wants to control the way she dresses. He thinks she dresses too slutty.

As if living here wasn't miserable enough...

wirelessness and CPE

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Thu, 21 May 2009 01:45:00 +0000

Pooh. I want to blog more but I don't have a real internet connection at home. I steal wireless when I can, but it is never reliable. I could always go to a cafe with free wifi, but I have been too lazy/tired to do so.

Anyway, I am through the middle of my first week of CPE residency. It's been good overall. The first two days were orientation. Today was my first day visiting patients.

I was rather emotional during my first round of patient visits today. I wasn't expecting to be so emotional when I started praying for the first patient that wanted prayer. Yes, I was responding to his feelings of pain and frustration, but as I was later processing what happened, I also realized that all the emotions from my previous summer internship were surfacing at that moment. *sigh*

I also felt I was fumbling around a little bit, trying to get used to how things work at this hospital. There is more protocol in terms of what they want us to do, when and how they want us to do it. Plus, all the charting I do is done by pen and paper instead of computer like it was at the last hospital. More things to document, but all without a computer!

So far the staff on my unit has been incredibly helpful. It can get chaotic around the nurses' station where all the charts are. Charts can disappear, and it can be a real hunt to find them. The pastoral care forms I need to fill out are located on a shelf that I can't reach. One doctor locked his fingers together, placed his hands down by the floor, and offered to give me a boost. He says no one ever takes him up on that offer.

I was exhausted by the end of the day. I am not entirely sure how many visits I made. Maybe 15?

Tomorrow is another day of orientation/patient visits. Friday is graduation!! Yay!!

this apartment SUCKS

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Sun, 10 May 2009 06:17:00 +0000

I HATE my new living situation. It's been 10 days, and I am ready to move out.

Although the two roommates that pay rent here are nice people, my lifestyle is completely incompatible with theirs. And I swear the one boyfriend must live here. He is ALWAYS here. The one roommate and her boyfriend sit in front of the television in the living room ALL the time. She has the smallest room, but honestly, she uses the most space in this apartment. It just doesn't seem fair.

I knew she was a smoker, too, but I was told she doesn't smoke in the apartment. Yeah, she doesn't smoke her cigarettes here, but they definitely are smoking SOMETHING. The apartment reeks of smoke, and I'm afraid I will start smelling like the apartment.

And...I knew she had a daughter that would visit every other Saturday. Lo and behold, I came home last night and found THREE children sleeping in the living room. THREE CHILDREN.

The other roommate decided, just before I moved in, to get a DOG. It's a little annoying, but it is honestly the least of my worries.

I know I need to talk with my new roommates, and I am trying to figure out how to talk to them without sounding like a total bitch. They have both been living here for four years so obviously this is home for them. It is not for me.

Did I mention I came home tonight with three children watching TV while in bed (the futon), paper plates and pots and pans filled with uneaten food in the kitchen, and a bathroom filled with towels and little girl underwear?

Oh, and I share walls with someone who plays loud thumping music until past 2 a.m. I think it might be from the adjacent building, but I can't be sure, which makes it all the more difficult to know what to do about it.

I have no motivation to finish unpacking. I am upset with the girl who used to live here. She wasn't being up front about everything, not to mention she left the room in FILTHY condition. I am soooo ready to move to Brooklyn now. It's too bad I have to wait until September for the studio apartment to be available. I am all the more upset at my last roommate for kicking me out. So not cool.

I hope to NEVER have to live with roommates again!!

WOO-HOO!!!

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 22:06:00 +0000

I got the residency position at New York Methodist Hospital in Brooklyn!!!!!!

I went in for an interview this afternoon. At the end, the supervisor stated he normally takes a couple of weeks to decide but felt from my application and our interview that I would be a great fit...and he offered me the position on the spot!!!!

I am SO ECSTATIC!!!

I mean, after I didn't even get an interview at New York Presbyterian, I had really questioned if this was the right direction. I figured God was directing me elsewhere, and so I have been applying to jobs in direct social services. Lo, and behold, I was pleasantly surprised to receive a call that a position had opened at New York Methodist. I was even more pleasantly surprised at how much of a better fit this hospital and their program is! I mean, my summer with NYPH was great, but things have changed there since then. My supervisor is no longer there. It's different now. NYMH has a more integrated program, and I will have the opportunity to do on-call overnight shifts at the hospital. I know it may sound crazy, but I am actually looking forward to on-call overnight shifts at the hospital!

I am SO ECSTATIC!

And it turns out there may be a studio apartment that will be available starting September 1. The lease on the apartment I am moving into ends on September 30, but even if I have to pay for an extra month, it could still be worth it. My own place would be nice, and the bonus is that it will only cost me $500 a month!! Considering I will be living on a modest stipend, I may very well have to jump on this chance. I may be living in Brooklyn by the fall!

Oh, and I am starting the position on May 18, before I even graduate! Normally a residency position starts at the end of August but since a resident is leaving early, a space opened up to start NOW. I will be working before I even graduate! Love it!

God is good. Thank you for all your prayers and support!!

last week of april=craziness

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 02:19:00 +0000

Monday: paper due for afternoon class, evening meeting, read for Tuesday class.

Tuesday: morning class, afternoon interview at New York Methodist Hospital for a CPE residency position (prayers, please!!), read for Wednesday class.

Wednesday: morning class, chapel service, afternoon meeting, work, crisis center.

Thursday: MOVE!! Finish packing in the a.m. Move in the p.m.

Friday: clean up old apartment, work in the afternoon.

I am not quite sure how I am going to survive this week. The timing of my move SUCKS, but what can I do? My roommate wants me out, so out I go. Unfortunately for her she's having a hard time finding someone to take my place. She even seems sad about seeing me go. What's the deal?

I am grateful to have an interview at the New York Methodist Hospital. Again, the timing isn't so great, but I didn't want to miss this opportunity. The hospital is located in the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn. It will be about an hour commute for me, which isn't great, but I do like the neighborhood. I don't mind being bi-borough for now. We'll see what happens at the end of September when the sublease agreement at my new place ends.

I will most likely report on the week after it happens. Wish me luck!

happy easter!

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 13:47:00 +0000

Happy Easter! Happy Resurrection Day! And Happy Birthday to my sister! :-)

Yay!

noreply@blogger.com (wumanjoo) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 02:12:00 +0000

Here are pics from my 35th birthday celebration this past Saturday. Three locations and about 11 hours of celebrating. It was great, and it was just what I needed!