Who says you have to be a nurse when you're a nurse?

It's been almost 4 months since I graduated from nursing school and although I have filled out a gazillion (I was a nursing major, not a math major) applications, the only job I have landed is working as a government official. I know, it sounds pretty cool, but you have no idea. It's AMAZING. There are a few things I especially love about working for the census-I mean, government.

1. Oddly enough, the strangest people you talk to are NOT the maniacs on the phone, but your co-workers. Today a short girl on break (whom I have never met before), informed me that girls who are 5' tall are smarter than those who are 5' 8" (thank heavens I'm only 5' 7" and 1/2-fooled her). She then proceeded to tell me that if she hadn't failed out of biology, English, and Shakespeare (whom she loathes), she would have had a 3.0 gpa in high school. I had no idea what to say to that, so I said, "hm..." and walked away.

2.  During my first week of work, I found 2 long lost cousins. Now this IS Utah, so it's not incredibly surprising, but of the hundreds of people who work in the building I ended up sitting right by my mom's first cousin, Curtis, and a man named Mark, who happens to share a last name and a great, great, grandpa with me, on my dad's side...weird.

3. It's nearing the end of the project and we are now recycling calls where the respondents have already refused to take the survey. And because there's nothing we census interviewers love more than furious people whom we've already succeeded in ticking off-we made a game out of it. It's called Census Refusal Bingo (invented so brilliantly by my aforementioned cousin, Mark).

 4. My cell phone has not been shredded-yet. It's a rule working with Title 13 secure information that cell phones are not permitted in the building. This rule is VERY heavily enforced and if you are caught with the dreaded cell phone, you will be fired and your cell phone "shredded" on the spot. Now, I don't know how exactly they manage to shred cell phones but I picture it being somewhat like a heavy duty paper shredder with a similar limit like "no more than 10 cell phones at a time". (I don't know how many times working in my dad's office I got paper jammed in that thing by going way over the limit...)

5. Lastly, I am serving my country. Contrary to popular belief, I do NOT work for Obama (as assumed by the hostile respondents who ask if they can speak to Obama as if he were upstairs...oh, and by Max). I feel like this is just my little way of paying back a country which has been so good to me. Ha. Okay, maybe it's not so glamorous, but it was worth a shot.