Thanks, RBP. Just a consultation before his surgery--hopefully the last step in the cancer treatment suckfest. I'm meeting them for moral support and to take them out for lunch-- if I ever find them!
Cancer treatment does suck. Sorry your family is going through that.
I made a doctors appt to look at a weird mole on my back last Friday, just to have them call this morning to say the doctor is out sick today, so I'll need to go in tomorrow. I know I'm being whiney, but I don't want to go to the doctor on my birthday.
In other news, my grandfather is back in the hospital. Should be out tomorrow, but it still sucks.
I start my practicum in August. It's 15 hours/week on top of the 40 hours/week that I'm already working. I told them I absolutely need a placement that can be done on nights/weekends. They told me that's difficult.
The reason I chose this program is because they assured me that I could do a work-site placement (which they then told me I couldn't) and that it's accomodating for people who work FT. If I don't get an evening placement I'm going to flip out.
correct me if I'm wrong, it's a social work program right? This is a classic move, to promise students that work FT that they can accomodate them for a practicum. It's a lie, and so many of my classmates were screwed by it or had to fight tooth and nail to get an employment based practicum.
Post by Velvetshady on May 14, 2012 11:01:56 GMT -5
I think I have a sinus infection. It *could* just be the weather, but since it's only my left sinus, I'm thinking it is probably an infection. I used to have them ~9 months of the year, but it's been years since I had one and I'd somewhat forgotten how hard t is to concentrate when it feels like someone poured wet cement into your sinus.
I start my practicum in August. It's 15 hours/week on top of the 40 hours/week that I'm already working. I told them I absolutely need a placement that can be done on nights/weekends. They told me that's difficult.
The reason I chose this program is because they assured me that I could do a work-site placement (which they then told me I couldn't) and that it's accomodating for people who work FT. If I don't get an evening placement I'm going to flip out.
correct me if I'm wrong, it's a social work program right? This is a classic move, to promise students that work FT that they can accomodate them for a practicum. It's a lie, and so many of my classmates were screwed by it or had to fight tooth and nail to get an employment based practicum.
Yup, SW. I need to work. I cannot not work. And if they tell me it's impossible, I will raise hell until the authorize a work placement for me.
I'm more irritated that they haven't told us where out placements are yet. I haven't interviewed anywhere. I haven't heard a peep about it. I'm looking into it now, but still, irritating.
I am annoyed that I have to save all my PTO for maternity leave. I want a freaking vacation. All my CWs are taking long weekends and/or traveling right now and I'm jealous.
(I COULD take vacation now, but I am trying to be MM and save it for later.)
I was just thinking this very thing this morning.
My Vent: First person at work to find an inch of standing water in the bathroom because some one clogged the toilet. Cute.
correct me if I'm wrong, it's a social work program right? This is a classic move, to promise students that work FT that they can accomodate them for a practicum. It's a lie, and so many of my classmates were screwed by it or had to fight tooth and nail to get an employment based practicum.
Yup, SW. I need to work. I cannot not work. And if they tell me it's impossible, I will raise hell until the authorize a work placement for me.
I'm more irritated that they haven't told us where out placements are yet. I haven't interviewed anywhere. I haven't heard a peep about it. I'm looking into it now, but still, irritating.
I think for my first placement, where we really didn't get much say in the matter, I didn't hear anything until summer. I did the interview, felt like it was a good fit, and decided to go with that one.
For my second placement when we got to specify what we wanted (I wanted hospital social work) I had my placement before spring semester was over.
My program didn't like EBP because so many of them went sour and it turned into drama for the program and drama for the student/employee. I did have one classmate that pitched a holy fit and was able to get an EBP for both years, but she was at a big organization and was able to move to different departments/programs for each one.
Post by Mrs.Beagle on May 14, 2012 11:35:45 GMT -5
pugz- I wanted to to EBP in my department because there are jobs here that LSW's do here, and it would be good for me to train in that (I want to move up in administration). I also wanted to work in a crisis center. Unfortunately, they said that since it's in the same department, even though the roles are different, it's a no-go.
This year is a 15 hour/week placement, so I'd like to do something different than what I do- I'm hoping placement in a Rehab After Work or evening IOP program. Then for the second year, 22 hour/week placement, do it in an ER or a Crisis Center.
My kid got up at 445 again today. I left her in her crib. She yelled at me for 15 minutes before giving up and going back to sleep. By that point I was wide awake.
I have a vent now - my cat has now decided that shitting in the appropriate fear reaction and defense mechanism. She is 8. This only started recently. Thunderstorm - shit the floor at our feet. Car trip - shit in the carrier. Dog pisses her off (they are fine most of the time) - shit on the dog. I feel bad for her, because she is literally getting the shit scared out of her, but I'm over it.
We went to dinner at a traditional southern meat-and-three restaurant on Saturday night. Despite spending the first 18 years of her life in the Deep South, she had no idea what I was talking about it. Off the cuff, I described it as an "old-school southern restaurant where you get an entree and three sides." When we got there, she said "oh, I thought you said this restaurant was in an old school."
During another conversation with her and H, I said that I was a medicinal chemist. She said "that word sounds familiar. I remember my dad saying he was going to have a drink of whiskey for medicinal purposes. What does it mean?"
I have had a *very* mild cold for almost 3 weeks now. My nose runs, it is not terrible, but I still don't feel 100%. Bleah!
Yesterday was my first Mother's Day. While I was feeding DD breakfast she was kind of whining and I was singing a "Be Patient" song with an inchworm theme. My father, who can be kind of gruff, said to her in a loud and gruff voice, "Cool your Tool, what's wrong with you?". I said, "Dad, don't do that" and he replied, "What?" and I said "Raise your voice". He replied with, "You and [DH] yell all the time. You scream your heads off.". I didn't reply at first. We do not yell at our 10 month old child. We. do. not.
I went when I had cooled off and talked to him to say I don't want DD to be afraid of him and he needs to watch his tone. He was still a little upset and didn't quite get what I was talking about. His response about the "scream your head off" was that we talk loudly to her when we crawl after her or play with her, but our voices are higher. My dad seemed to get over it and exchange apologies and was ready to move on.
My mother will not move on. My mother was "heartbroken". She was crying and projecting my judgement about their parenting, etc. and my DH and I living far from them and her insecurity about my ILs moving closer to us and the fact that our DD "will hardly know" my parents or whatever on the whole situation.
My mom and dad visit once a month for at least 1 week at a time and have since DD was born. My DH and I pay for quite a few of the tickets, as they are $$$. We have paid for their tickets for this visit. I felt like this was another way that she feels that I fail as a daughter in her eyes. It sucked. All the good of welcoming them into our home, making them comfortable, paying for their trip down, erased with one comment about please don't yell at my kid. And I still mean it. Give me a break.
It kind of ruined my Mother's Day. I still feel sad today.
We went to dinner at a traditional southern meat-and-three restaurant on Saturday night. Despite spending the first 18 years of her life in the Deep South, she had no idea what I was talking about it. Off the cuff, I described it as an "old-school southern restaurant where you get an entree and three sides." When we got there, she said "oh, I thought you said this restaurant was in an old school."
During another conversation with her and H, I said that I was a medicinal chemist. She said "that word sounds familiar. I remember my dad saying he was going to have a drink of whiskey for medicinal purposes. What does it mean?"
Has she always been this way? Could it be dementia?
MIL has always been stupid, but it's getting much worse as she gets older. I hope SFIL is ready to take care of her. (They live across the country.)
We went to dinner at a traditional southern meat-and-three restaurant on Saturday night. Despite spending the first 18 years of her life in the Deep South, she had no idea what I was talking about it. Off the cuff, I described it as an "old-school southern restaurant where you get an entree and three sides." When we got there, she said "oh, I thought you said this restaurant was in an old school."
During another conversation with her and H, I said that I was a medicinal chemist. She said "that word sounds familiar. I remember my dad saying he was going to have a drink of whiskey for medicinal purposes. What does it mean?"
Has she always been this way? Could it be dementia?
She has always been this way. I just forget the extent of it when I don't see her for a couple of months.
New vent: My big boss is disregarding all of the work I've done over the last month and is forcing peach bathrobes on me. My immediate boss and everyone else in my dept agreed with me on the charcoal robes.
Thanks, RBP. Just a consultation before his surgery--hopefully the last step in the cancer treatment suckfest. I'm meeting them for moral support and to take them out for lunch-- if I ever find them!
Cancer treatment does suck. Sorry your family is going through that.
I also wanted to say I'm sorry you are going through it!
My vent is that I'm still sick from Saturday with a stomach bug. I am not getting sick any more, but my face looks green and I have no appetite and I'm exhausted. Doing WWers, I remember thinking a stomach bug would be a good boon. Not so, I miss my appetite and I miss food. Plus DH is gone on business and so trying to keep up with my kids is exhausting.
correct me if I'm wrong, it's a social work program right? This is a classic move, to promise students that work FT that they can accomodate them for a practicum. It's a lie, and so many of my classmates were screwed by it or had to fight tooth and nail to get an employment based practicum.
Yup, SW. I need to work. I cannot not work. And if they tell me it's impossible, I will raise hell until the authorize a work placement for me.
I'm more irritated that they haven't told us where out placements are yet. I haven't interviewed anywhere. I haven't heard a peep about it. I'm looking into it now, but still, irritating.
this happened in my SW masters program too, I waited tables and had a freelance writing gig so it didn't affect me but it infuriated my classmates.
Post by theintended on May 14, 2012 20:12:39 GMT -5
Thanks wanderlust and shiseido. Great report from the dr. today, who said he'd be surprised if there were any cancer cells left in his body given how well he responded to chemo/radiation. Hopefully the surgery in a month will be the end.
I'm getting really frustrated with my work. Do this. No, do this. Why didn't you do that? Wait, don't do that. Maybe if you guys actually stuck to an effing schedule every month shit would get done. And just maybe if you told me in the first place how to do something...it'd actually fucking get done. You know, if you don't pull me off it to do some stupid time waster of a project.
I can't wait for the girl I'm filling in for to come back from maternity leave even if I have no fucking clue what they're going to do with me when she gets back.