I got a job. A real job. Yay!

I had work practise, it was rehab for alcoholics and other addicts. My work practise ended (officially..but I still have 3 days left) last Thursday. They called me on Friday, asked if I could come to work today, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Tomorrow I will be working 2-10pm and Monday 7am-1.30pm. The best part is, I´m actually getting paid!!! :D One of the nurses has something wrong with her leg so I was her for a while. :) It´s so much different to be there as a real worker and not as a student. Much more work... Students never work alone. But now I had to because I wasn´t there as a student. What a busy night! I´m so tired... even too tired to sleep. I like working there. It´s so different than what I´m used to. I guess it shows. Otherwise they wouldn´t have called me. :) For some reason I have a bad feeling... I have a feeling that I have forgotten something important, done something wrong etc. We always have to turn on the alarm before we leave, we have one minute to get out. The patients are not allowed to open the front door during night. I´ll probably stay up all night thinking what if I didn´t turn on the alarm right, or left the wrong door open so the patients will have the chance to sneak in the office. Yeah, what if. *sighs* What if an airplane falls down on our house...

I´m home alone all weekend. H is at his parents. Hmm. A little time alone is only good for me... Such a shame "I have to" work the whole time he´s away.

I won´t have a day off before next Saturday... I wonder how tired I will be after 2 months having only a few breaks... Hmm. It´s time for bed.