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I have now met two or more prostitutes, pediphiles, rapists, exhibitionists and murderers with work. Sometimes you get a creepy vibe from people, but it's scary, cuz sometimes there is no creepy vibe, and I am surprised to learn that someone has a history of disrobing in public or had stabbed a parent in their back. We also dont get much info. on people's backgrounds, so there are just vague statements in people's charts about "sexual preoccupation/inappropriateness" or "history of aggressive behavior which seems to have stabilized." Frequently we have no background info. Ironically, my job is mostly boring/dull, probabley 75% of the time. But when shit hits the fan, my job is kinda scary. I guess I like the unpredictability of it though.
Right now it is snowing the first snow. It has put me in a weird pensive mood. I was thinking of my freshman year in San Antonio for some reason today. Feels like that year happened to someone else. I could not have predicted then that I would now be living with a boyfriend in Holland, Michigan working at a facility for people with mental illness/chronic depression, etc. Feels like I am just suspended in some sort of transition phase though. In another six years I will be thirty and my life will completely different. Through high school I was working towards college. In college I was working towards finishing college. Then grad school I was working towards the degree. Now I guess I am working towards work? I think not having some sort of concrete goal bugs me. I have the goal of getting a better job, but I feel pretty powerless in doing much to achieve that goal at this point. So I guess it comes back to control issues.
Right now it is snowing the first snow. It has put me in a weird pensive mood. I was thinking of my freshman year in San Antonio for some reason today. Feels like that year happened to someone else. I could not have predicted then that I would now be living with a boyfriend in Holland, Michigan working at a facility for people with mental illness/chronic depression, etc. Feels like I am just suspended in some sort of transition phase though. In another six years I will be thirty and my life will completely different. Through high school I was working towards college. In college I was working towards finishing college. Then grad school I was working towards the degree. Now I guess I am working towards work? I think not having some sort of concrete goal bugs me. I have the goal of getting a better job, but I feel pretty powerless in doing much to achieve that goal at this point. So I guess it comes back to control issues.