Yes, as of this moment I officially feel like a zombie.

I would gladly sacrifice small, furry animals (as long as they weren't cats or pandas) to hideous slavering deities if it meant that I actually got a decent night's sleep. I couldn't get off last night thanks to both my own existential angst about my final interview and the horribly horrid heat, and when I finally did I had lousy nursing-centered dreams and consequently woke up feeling about as refreshed as a dried-up water hole. Or something. God, I must be tired, my metaphors have gone all to pot.

Anyways. Turns out that I needn't have worried.

I have passed my placement outcomes. As if this wasn't enough, I have passed my placement outcomes.

My mentor and I haven't quite finished the final interview thing yet, but we have done the Horrible Numbers Page Thingy wherein my performance is graded against a lot of at best mildly abstruse and at worst just plain stupid 'practice values'. The Horrible Numbers Page Thingy bothers me because I fear the appearance of the dreaded Number 1 (i.e. wow, you've failed). I was also worried because my previous mentor, the one who went on maternity leave halfway through the placement, gave me a decent number of far better scores and I was worried that my current, rather stricter mentor would mark me down which would have meant Questions in college. Luckily, she didn't. In some places she even marked me up.

She gave me some good advice, too. She's strict, yes, but hey - if she didn't tell me where I was going wrong I wouldn't know what to work on. I'm quite pleased that every time I do a final interview my mentors always pick up on different things I could work on - something must be going in after all.

Anyway, I still have four shifts left to pull, I'm so tired and burnt out I feel like screaming and my hours, when I've done everything I'm still scheduled for, clock in at 299 hours rather than the Magic 300 which would allow me to clear the placement with no questions asked, but at least I know I haven't failed my practice values. The relief is like a 10,000 ton elephant being winched off my back. Or something. Even better, it was the Ward Idiot's last day, so no more her. Thank Christ.

I'm going to bed.