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so I was offered the job in northern nh at lakeview rehab. I'd be working with adults who led normal lives up until a catastrophic brain injury and now need to relearn the basics. my title would be 'rehab specialist' but they assured me that i could soon apply for the job of 'transitional coordinator' which means working with the adults who show more "potential" for living independently. it also means a pay raise. they aren't offering me as much as i thought they would--just under $10 an hour if I work mornings (more if afternoons/nights)--which kind of sucks but I'm hoping to hear back from the job in charlestown so I can start weighing my options and all that fancy stuff.
something about living in extreme northern nh weather conditions appeals to me. but that might just be the crazy part of me talking. I mean... a job where you get to wear cargos and fleece and trek around outdoors doing life skills activities with neurologically impaired adults... I might have found my calling. and on top of an impressive foot hill in the gorgeous ossipee area? if only the wage was higher... anyway, i'm rambling.
in other news, life here is chaos. the last two weeks have felt like three days, and every day has been jam-packed with commitments and activities. today was the first take-a-breather day. mason is more or less surviving my family and I am more or less surviving the what-the-hell-am-i-doing-living-with-my-bf-in-my-parents'-house attitude. I might be surviving some other things, too, but Im not sure.
today my dog ripped a rather large hole in my sister's dog. it was accidental--sort of. two frisbee addicts can get a little toothy when going after the same frisbee and my dog's teeth caught the wrong moving object. $300.00 later, rocco has a five-inch long suture line, and Im pretty sure gema has no idea she ripped him a new one. oops.
that's all for now.
something about living in extreme northern nh weather conditions appeals to me. but that might just be the crazy part of me talking. I mean... a job where you get to wear cargos and fleece and trek around outdoors doing life skills activities with neurologically impaired adults... I might have found my calling. and on top of an impressive foot hill in the gorgeous ossipee area? if only the wage was higher... anyway, i'm rambling.
in other news, life here is chaos. the last two weeks have felt like three days, and every day has been jam-packed with commitments and activities. today was the first take-a-breather day. mason is more or less surviving my family and I am more or less surviving the what-the-hell-am-i-doing-living-with-my-bf-in-my-parents'-house attitude. I might be surviving some other things, too, but Im not sure.
today my dog ripped a rather large hole in my sister's dog. it was accidental--sort of. two frisbee addicts can get a little toothy when going after the same frisbee and my dog's teeth caught the wrong moving object. $300.00 later, rocco has a five-inch long suture line, and Im pretty sure gema has no idea she ripped him a new one. oops.
that's all for now.