Update

Well, the first job face-to-face interview went fabulously! :) The manager was SO nice (as was everyone at this hospital--seriously) and we talked for a while. She then gave me a tour of the hospital, ED, ICU, and where my office would be. She was very encouraging and seemed to like me a lot. Afterward we went to see a house that Shawnda had emailed us about. It looks GORGEOUS on the outside, but was too expensive. The guy agreed to meet us there at 5:30, so we had a little time to kill. We went to the store to buy a pair of flip flops because I forgot that the heels I brought to wear give me nasty blisters. So after walking around Meijer's barefoot like a big hilljack, we bought a paper and decided to drive past a few other houses that were less expensive. NO. They were not good. So back we went to the first house to meet the guy. Once going inside we saw that the place hadn't been updated in probably twenty years. The master bath had blue basins, tub and toilet (um, hello? The 80's called--it wants it's bathroom back!). Needless to say that it was a mess and needed A LOT of TLC. I told the guy showing it that they either needed to come down on the price or they needed to do some major updating in a lot of areas. First he argued with me that the house had not been sitting empty for very long and I argued back that yes it had because Shawnda's grandparent live right across the street and we knew how long it had been empty. Second he wanted to argue with me about the updates that the house needed and that it was worth every price. I told him that any house that they're asking $1100 a month for needed to not have blue toilets, busted porch lights, water stains on the ceiling and WAY overgrown landscaping. He continued in his very male chauvinistic way and was getting angrier by the minute that a girl had the nerve to talk to him that way, so I just shook his hand and said, "We're obviously not on the same page and that's ok. If your other applicants are willing to pay this price for this then let them. But if and when it continues to sit empty and you're willing to lower your price, give me a call--because I would like to live here and I would be a good tenant." And I got in my car and drove away.
As soon as I got in the car, I texted Shawnda the word "douchebag" and she texted back with some opinions of her own and we drove away. No we're home chilling for the evening and getting ready to eat spaghetti. I have my interview with all the managers in the hospital tomorrow at 10am and then at 11am I have my "peer" interview with a group of nurses from the hospital. *Phew!* Please keep praying that it goes well and that God also sends us a NICE, affordable, good neighborhood place to live. Thanks!