Final review

Final review from my preceptor (mentor, I always think Preceptor sounds like the psychic transformer)is that I will make a wonderful nurse, she's been impressed with my work whilst I was there, that I'm always eager to get mucked in and do my very best etc etc and that she only wishes I could get paid for my time there, as I've worked harder than most of the staff. My time keeping is wonderful and I could teach a member or two of staff a thing or two.

In short I'm wonderful. Off today but having a quiet at home day before Sunday, where I have to go see my family for a "YAY! GRAN IS 77" birthday dinner, during which I will be constantly reprimanded for being:

1. Too fat (Yer cousins are aw thin)
2. On a diet (Whit dae ye mean ye don't want chips. You've a LOVELY face hen)
3. Childless (Whit age are you? 26? Yer cousin hud FREE weans by that point)
4. Married (Thats awfy auld fashioned, Naebdy gets married these days)
5. Having a husband with long hair (No make him get it cut? Its awfy untidy looking)
6. Never visiting (We never see you)
7. Counteracting with "Well you never visit me either" (Aye hen, but its the travelling. "What from Greenfield?"?)
8. Not drinking (Pregnant? URR YE? Anna! She's NO DRINKING!)

And so it continues. I'm only going for personal mummy support as she dreads going almost as much as I do.