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Welcome to my lovely and lazy Saturday afternoon. I am still in my cozy pajamas drinking Tom's Coffee (Black Forest + Vanilla = Milk-Chocolatey Black Forest). Life is being fairly status quo, so I'm thinking I may need to shake it up a bit. Work is interesting. There are questions about whether the status of the program at this time in particular is suitable for licensure requirements as a Mental Health Counselor in New York State, even given the relaxed version of them until 2008 (when apparently NYS expects there will be enough of us LMHCs to satisfy supervison requirements for other license eligible folk). GAH PARENTHESES! Sorry, I warned you in my info. That is probably some sort of indicator of internal inattentiveness. I love alliteration. (It loves me too.)
Anyway, yeah. Licensure. It is going to be a long, and drawn-out process that will be entirely worth it. I just need to make sure that I can satisfy all of the requirements. My supervisor is working on that. (Interestingly enough, the original supervisor is still not back from leave, so I have just adopted the interim supervisor as my own. She's MINE now, sucka! My cases have picked up a little bit, and I am currently the queen of the oppositional children. My most recent accomplishment includes one adolescent staying for the entire session.
No really, this is progress. I respected this particular adolescent's need to show me that they could choose not to participate, so they made the choice to join us. This means I rock.
Felix about a week and a half ago became very... fearful? No, independent. She isn't scared of either dirac or I, but has been separating a little bit. We brought this up with our Veternarian, and she said, "She's growing up. An adolescent grey is going to try and let you know that she doesn't need you. Just be persistent." (Huh... *raises eyebrow*) Now, while Felix has been giving
dirac this shit for about a year now, (it may have something to do with gender...), she just started with me. It got to be pretty upsetting for us, just because she was the baby (parents, understand how parrots are... just like children sometimes). When it got to the point where I knew I couldn't handle her in the event of an emergency, that was about when we started considering whether there was a better option for her, or if there was a home that was better suited for her.
Though, after I hand-fed her some formula (she's always going to love that, I suspect) she's begun letting me scratch her again, and wanting me to take her out, though once we start to pull out of the cage, she gets unsteady, as if to fly (which she can't right now, as she has not the feathers on the left wing - they're growing back since she pulled them, though). So, I'll pick her up briefly, but I want to avoid too many crash landings on the floor, as that could seriously injure her right now. It may get better, it's just really hard to work through.
Anything else? Ohhh,
dirac's new job is going fantastic. He loves it, it sounds like they love him, and all is well. Also, speaking of
dirac, Thursday the 20th is his birthday!!!
Anyway, yeah. Licensure. It is going to be a long, and drawn-out process that will be entirely worth it. I just need to make sure that I can satisfy all of the requirements. My supervisor is working on that. (Interestingly enough, the original supervisor is still not back from leave, so I have just adopted the interim supervisor as my own. She's MINE now, sucka! My cases have picked up a little bit, and I am currently the queen of the oppositional children. My most recent accomplishment includes one adolescent staying for the entire session.
No really, this is progress. I respected this particular adolescent's need to show me that they could choose not to participate, so they made the choice to join us. This means I rock.
Felix about a week and a half ago became very... fearful? No, independent. She isn't scared of either dirac or I, but has been separating a little bit. We brought this up with our Veternarian, and she said, "She's growing up. An adolescent grey is going to try and let you know that she doesn't need you. Just be persistent." (Huh... *raises eyebrow*) Now, while Felix has been giving
dirac this shit for about a year now, (it may have something to do with gender...), she just started with me. It got to be pretty upsetting for us, just because she was the baby (parents, understand how parrots are... just like children sometimes). When it got to the point where I knew I couldn't handle her in the event of an emergency, that was about when we started considering whether there was a better option for her, or if there was a home that was better suited for her.
Though, after I hand-fed her some formula (she's always going to love that, I suspect) she's begun letting me scratch her again, and wanting me to take her out, though once we start to pull out of the cage, she gets unsteady, as if to fly (which she can't right now, as she has not the feathers on the left wing - they're growing back since she pulled them, though). So, I'll pick her up briefly, but I want to avoid too many crash landings on the floor, as that could seriously injure her right now. It may get better, it's just really hard to work through.
Anything else? Ohhh,
dirac's new job is going fantastic. He loves it, it sounds like they love him, and all is well. Also, speaking of
dirac, Thursday the 20th is his birthday!!!