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Would you believe that Dane didn't know who was in the first photo? Okay, how about Josh? Can you believe Josh didn't know that was me? Ha ha ha, he guessed it was StykMonky first. Ha ha ha ha, I was laughing forever about that. But, he did recognize the PJs as the ones that had feet. Oh the things you remember about childhood.
So, lemme see... so far I've applied to two jobs. One at the Crime Victims Assistance Center, and one at Catholic Charities of Broome County. I guess Non-profit is my bag, much to my financial dismay. Maybe after I really feel like I know what I'm doing I can take a stab at the hospital circuit, where the paperwork gets not only out of control, but completely disorienting. I mean, not that it can't be like that in the non-profit sector, but it does tend to be a little easier, mostly because you often work with people who do not have insurance, thus, not having to deal with the HMOs. I fear having to start working with HMOs, since they are notorious for making you BEG for sessions for people. "Oh? What? Borderline Personality Disorder? Cutting? Suicidal ideation? 3 sessions, here you go!" 3 sessions? I understand the need to not draw out the therapy process, but shit. Not everyone trusts so easily. The process is about forming the relationship, and teaching the skills to make it better. I don't know... maybe it's inexperience, maybe I'm just too new at this to know what to expect, but I have a hard time believing that the therapeutic alliance can reliably be at it's best with every client that presents with these symptoms after 3 visits, let alone after 1 or 2 so that you might have even one good session. Keep in mind that I've never actually had to deal with that, so I might just be freaking myself out with the "what ifs." I just don't look forward to working with HMOs.
I've just made a vet visit for Felix for this Thursday. We had taken her to a vet for a well-bird visit, and then for a visit to address the feather plucking issue (speaking of borderline personality disorder for birds-- no, probably not. I take that back)... but this first vet just didn't help. Felix HATED him for one, and for two, he never followed-up like he said he would. I can't stand that. Makes me crazy.
--out of time, will edit and finish later, dears--
So, lemme see... so far I've applied to two jobs. One at the Crime Victims Assistance Center, and one at Catholic Charities of Broome County. I guess Non-profit is my bag, much to my financial dismay. Maybe after I really feel like I know what I'm doing I can take a stab at the hospital circuit, where the paperwork gets not only out of control, but completely disorienting. I mean, not that it can't be like that in the non-profit sector, but it does tend to be a little easier, mostly because you often work with people who do not have insurance, thus, not having to deal with the HMOs. I fear having to start working with HMOs, since they are notorious for making you BEG for sessions for people. "Oh? What? Borderline Personality Disorder? Cutting? Suicidal ideation? 3 sessions, here you go!" 3 sessions? I understand the need to not draw out the therapy process, but shit. Not everyone trusts so easily. The process is about forming the relationship, and teaching the skills to make it better. I don't know... maybe it's inexperience, maybe I'm just too new at this to know what to expect, but I have a hard time believing that the therapeutic alliance can reliably be at it's best with every client that presents with these symptoms after 3 visits, let alone after 1 or 2 so that you might have even one good session. Keep in mind that I've never actually had to deal with that, so I might just be freaking myself out with the "what ifs." I just don't look forward to working with HMOs.
I've just made a vet visit for Felix for this Thursday. We had taken her to a vet for a well-bird visit, and then for a visit to address the feather plucking issue (speaking of borderline personality disorder for birds-- no, probably not. I take that back)... but this first vet just didn't help. Felix HATED him for one, and for two, he never followed-up like he said he would. I can't stand that. Makes me crazy.
--out of time, will edit and finish later, dears--