So there are six clinical campuses where we might land. Two may-or-may-not-be in the most dangerous cities in the country (I recognize that this most likely sounds like an exaggeration. However, it is not. Literally. The two most dangerous cities in the country). Obviously, we'd prefer not to head to either of those locations. I mean, I'm sure they are decent hospitals where the hubby would
Since we are married (go marriage!), we are allowed to submit a form for special consideration for our clinical campus assignment. Also, as I am, you know, employed (a rarity in this state's economy - I believe our state still has one of the top five highest ranked in unemployment percentages) (man, aren't I making this sound like a peachy place to live? You should move here!), we're hoping that our special consideration request is granted. All we had to do was submit our marriage certificate and a letter from the company where I have contracts. For good measure, I also wrote a letter
All of that being said, the thing about this whole processes that is most terrifying is that you get to put in request for your top pick. That's it. No second or third choices. No spot for a runner up. So if we don't receive our special consideration request, this means that we could end up anywhere (read: potentially one of the top two most dangerous cities in the States). While it would all work out and be fine and probably even better than anticipated, it sounds terrible to me right now. Relocating again. Finding another apartment. Either finding new employment or being away from the Hubby for weeks at a time. Hubby starving because I'm not there to make him dinner. See? Just not good.
In summary: we'd really, really like to stay here for years three and four. If you care to throw up a few prayers that we are granted our special consideration request, it would be, um, vastly appreciated.
Please. And thanks. You = the best!