Maybe this will amuse you all as much as it amused me.
Today at work, one of the ladies that works in housekeeping asked me a funny question. I was in the locker room because I had just finished lunch and had just hung up the phone from talking to my mother. She looked at me and said, "Sweetie, do you know that you have black features?"
I laughed. Hard. "You mean my lips?"
This was not the first time that I had gotten a comment like hers. Once in high school at SVA, one of my friends asked me if I was mixed. I laughed at her too.
She went on to tell me that from the first day she saw me working she thought that I had black features and wanted to ask me if I was part black, but she was afraid she would offend me. Not sure why I would be offended... but whatever.
Anyway, it all makes me laugh because I am just about as white as they come.
Meanwhile, I'm a little nervous. I talked to my work supervisor today about the fact that I can't afford to keep living down here if I'm only going to be able to work one shift a week. She said she was going to recommend me to two other floors. One is a med-surg that gets a lot of trauma step-down patients and the other is an orthopedic floor. Both of these intimidate me. I hope I can handle it...
I guess I just need to remind myself that God will get me through. And that He will help me be able to handle it. But it still scares me a little....
*Edit: One of the nurse managers on another floor called me this morning. I get one day of orientation on Thursday and then I'm going to start working some nights. *Sigh* It really kills me to work days and nights. Oh well. God will just have to keep me running, and He's done it plenty of times recently, so I should have nothing to fear.
"The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song." ~Psalm 28:7