argh. argh. and arrrrrrgh.
ok, how long did I go without employment? I lost my job January 26. I started working last week part-time as a research assistant. That's 6 months. Six months with nary an offer, very few leads, and a lot of time sitting on my ass and getting ready to go back to school.
And now... NOW... I've got job offers coming at me like bullets. I've got my research assistant job (more about that later.) Brittany has a consultant position open. And a company that I worked with at MaxWeb is aggressively pursuing me. I've accepted a part-time position with them. So now I have two jobs. I want to say, "No, I'm not complaining." But I am. I am complaining to fate, I suppose.
Ok, so about my research assistant job... I LOVE IT. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. I'm working on a study about the long-term physical effects of repeated stress on abused and neglected children. I go through case files and extract a bunch of information. Reading the case files is fascinating. I've learned alot in the three days I've worked so far. But as fascinating as it is, it's definitely not increasing my respect for humanity. The atrocities these kids have been through is unbelievable. I'm learning about social work and its role in the lives of the kids.
I guess the biggest thing I'm taking away from the research assistant position is that I've made the right decision to go into social work. I'm in awe that I get paid to learn about stuff that until now has been a hobby (the psych stuff, at least.) I feel like the experience I have with my family and various mental illnesses/treatments for those mental illnesses really has prepared me for it, despite the fact my undergrad degree is in advertising. And the research part of it is right up my alley... I love looking for information. I'm also learning how to use SPSS, which is statistical software. I really need to learn some more statistics stuff (as Jay keeps kindly pointing out.)
The other cool thing about the research assistant job is the dog! Banjo is a dog used in animal-assisted therapy. He's a big old mutt (kind of tortoise shell colored, if he were a cat.) He walks around all day giving love to those who need it. I saw him sitting with some kids, and sitting beside a guy who was taking an assessment test on the computer. He really seems to calm people down and make them more at ease (including myself.) He'll wander from office to office, looking for love. If you stop petting him, he'll either put his head in your lap or nudge at your hand. I love having him around, and I'd like to have a dog like him someday when I'm a practicing social worker.
Other randomness:
Jay and I saw Spiderman II last night. UGH! We both thought it was awful. It was as stupid as the first one. I'm sure many people disagree with me, but I thought it was horrible.
I cut and dyed my hair. It's pretty dark (and red). It's fading as I wash it. I'm tempted to do a manic panic red over top of it. I don't know.
I talked to my sister on the phone the other day. Bad idea. It made me want to drive 180 miles and wring her neck. I resisted the urge.
ok, how long did I go without employment? I lost my job January 26. I started working last week part-time as a research assistant. That's 6 months. Six months with nary an offer, very few leads, and a lot of time sitting on my ass and getting ready to go back to school.
And now... NOW... I've got job offers coming at me like bullets. I've got my research assistant job (more about that later.) Brittany has a consultant position open. And a company that I worked with at MaxWeb is aggressively pursuing me. I've accepted a part-time position with them. So now I have two jobs. I want to say, "No, I'm not complaining." But I am. I am complaining to fate, I suppose.
Ok, so about my research assistant job... I LOVE IT. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. I'm working on a study about the long-term physical effects of repeated stress on abused and neglected children. I go through case files and extract a bunch of information. Reading the case files is fascinating. I've learned alot in the three days I've worked so far. But as fascinating as it is, it's definitely not increasing my respect for humanity. The atrocities these kids have been through is unbelievable. I'm learning about social work and its role in the lives of the kids.
I guess the biggest thing I'm taking away from the research assistant position is that I've made the right decision to go into social work. I'm in awe that I get paid to learn about stuff that until now has been a hobby (the psych stuff, at least.) I feel like the experience I have with my family and various mental illnesses/treatments for those mental illnesses really has prepared me for it, despite the fact my undergrad degree is in advertising. And the research part of it is right up my alley... I love looking for information. I'm also learning how to use SPSS, which is statistical software. I really need to learn some more statistics stuff (as Jay keeps kindly pointing out.)
The other cool thing about the research assistant job is the dog! Banjo is a dog used in animal-assisted therapy. He's a big old mutt (kind of tortoise shell colored, if he were a cat.) He walks around all day giving love to those who need it. I saw him sitting with some kids, and sitting beside a guy who was taking an assessment test on the computer. He really seems to calm people down and make them more at ease (including myself.) He'll wander from office to office, looking for love. If you stop petting him, he'll either put his head in your lap or nudge at your hand. I love having him around, and I'd like to have a dog like him someday when I'm a practicing social worker.
Other randomness:
Jay and I saw Spiderman II last night. UGH! We both thought it was awful. It was as stupid as the first one. I'm sure many people disagree with me, but I thought it was horrible.
I cut and dyed my hair. It's pretty dark (and red). It's fading as I wash it. I'm tempted to do a manic panic red over top of it. I don't know.
I talked to my sister on the phone the other day. Bad idea. It made me want to drive 180 miles and wring her neck. I resisted the urge.
