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beansideJesus, do I ever post any more? I may be the most boring person on the planet.
So, last week was a busy week! I was forced, in the name of my Unemployment benefits, to attend a two day workshop. We discovered that Mom had a third heart attack at some point, which necessitated another Cardiac Catheterization, and I had another in my running series of nervous breakdowns, but this one might have ultimately led me where I really want to go.
I'm not going to talk much about mom. She's doing okay, I'm still flipped out about it, and I would like to personally set the asshole who did her stress test on fire. I understand the need to get a good test. I do not understand the need to play children's music and be an emotionless ass. I think that's in the DSM as a Masochistic personality disorder or something. (The Wheels on the Bus? Seriously? Seriously?)
So, the workshop. It was a two-day, 9-4 workshop on how awesome the MD Workforce Exchange is, and how they'll help us get employed. Mostly what I got out of it was that I'm smarter than a lot of people, cause WOW. Reading comprehension much?
The gentleman who ran the workshop however, was awesome. He was this short little dynamo of an old time preacher. That's the only way I can describe him. He'd as questions and finish with "oh, help me, please!" If not for him, I'd have probably lost my mind.
I had a follow up with him on this past Monday, and we worked on my resume. But in a real way, we worked on my self esteem, too. He made it clear that he thought I was intelligent and kind and caring. He insisted that I include the dog transport volunteer work on my resume because it showed my soul, and that I feel all creatures are precious.
I don't know that the new resume will get used. I've decided that I want my own business. I want to do my pet and people Reiki. I'm looking into renting a small office that I can meet people/pets in, do the first treatment maybe. But mostly it's for my own safety. A lot of the job will be outcalls, but I don't want to wander blithely into dangerous situations. If I have a place to work, it'll be easier. If I thought I could do it, I'd have a little shed built in the backyard. Maybe eventually, I will.
For now, I'll keep looking for my perfect place of business.
I have to admit, I also want it to be somewhere I can write in between clients. I miss having quiet time at work where no one was bothering me. I find it hard to write at home. Even our little bar-space isn't free from distractions.
We shall see. I don't need much. Just a room with access to a bathroom.
So, last week was a busy week! I was forced, in the name of my Unemployment benefits, to attend a two day workshop. We discovered that Mom had a third heart attack at some point, which necessitated another Cardiac Catheterization, and I had another in my running series of nervous breakdowns, but this one might have ultimately led me where I really want to go.
I'm not going to talk much about mom. She's doing okay, I'm still flipped out about it, and I would like to personally set the asshole who did her stress test on fire. I understand the need to get a good test. I do not understand the need to play children's music and be an emotionless ass. I think that's in the DSM as a Masochistic personality disorder or something. (The Wheels on the Bus? Seriously? Seriously?)
So, the workshop. It was a two-day, 9-4 workshop on how awesome the MD Workforce Exchange is, and how they'll help us get employed. Mostly what I got out of it was that I'm smarter than a lot of people, cause WOW. Reading comprehension much?
The gentleman who ran the workshop however, was awesome. He was this short little dynamo of an old time preacher. That's the only way I can describe him. He'd as questions and finish with "oh, help me, please!" If not for him, I'd have probably lost my mind.
I had a follow up with him on this past Monday, and we worked on my resume. But in a real way, we worked on my self esteem, too. He made it clear that he thought I was intelligent and kind and caring. He insisted that I include the dog transport volunteer work on my resume because it showed my soul, and that I feel all creatures are precious.
I don't know that the new resume will get used. I've decided that I want my own business. I want to do my pet and people Reiki. I'm looking into renting a small office that I can meet people/pets in, do the first treatment maybe. But mostly it's for my own safety. A lot of the job will be outcalls, but I don't want to wander blithely into dangerous situations. If I have a place to work, it'll be easier. If I thought I could do it, I'd have a little shed built in the backyard. Maybe eventually, I will.
For now, I'll keep looking for my perfect place of business.
I have to admit, I also want it to be somewhere I can write in between clients. I miss having quiet time at work where no one was bothering me. I find it hard to write at home. Even our little bar-space isn't free from distractions.
We shall see. I don't need much. Just a room with access to a bathroom.
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Date: 2009-06-03 07:43 pm (UTC)I'm rambling but what I was going to say was the one time I was actually ON unemployment (simply to fuck with my former employers who had the last laugh and LIED to federal law enforcement officers on my background investigation and that still pisses me off two years later) I already had my fed job and the State of WI didn't quite understand what a conditional, verbal offer was. So I still had to go through the motions until I got the actual letter that I had passed medical and background. That time they made me go to clinics and stuff for resumes and I was like 'um...have job, just waiting for call to start."
Anyway, good luck!!!