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I've been having a hard time posting lately, so the usual apologies are in order to anyone who checks in here. I started the new job this week, on Sunday. I work tomorrow and then I don't go back til Sunday afternoon. Sweet.
So far it's been good. There is a lot of information I have had to absorb, and boatloads more coming my way. The staff, and my supervisor, have done a good job of making me feel like everything is going to be ok, that I will get it, that it will be fine. So, for the most part, I have felt fine.
The critical part of my job involves documentation and record keeping. Documentation, sure, I can do that. Record keeping, especially as it relates to money, bills, and billing, and it all relates to money, bills, and billing...mm...not my first pick favorite thing to do at all. I will find away to deal with it. It's that simple.
One thing I have noticed is that it is making me pay more attention to my own financial crap, which I am notoriously languorous about dealing with. I mean, I basically pay my bills on time, the ones that count (read: the ones that don't charge too much of a late fee or penalty or send your bills to collection agencies after a couple months.) For instance I lowered the APR on my one credit card last night by 3 points after calling to complain it was too high.
It's a little frightening to be in charge of organizing other people's critical medical and financial affairs. I have found myself fruitlessly trying to ward off invasive and chattering thoughts in the middle of the night regarding the clients I am working with. I am going to have to bank on the healthy assumption that these thoughts will decrease or become less frequent as I feel more comfortable in my capacity to take care of all the affairs I need to take care of. That can only come with time.
If the opposite occurs, if the thoughts don't diminish or worse, increase, I will ultimately seek another line of work. I am decidedly against the idea of "taking work home with you", but there's a slightly built-in clause when doing social work that you end up doing that to a degree whether you intend to or not. Many of the people I work with seem quite happy and not terribly overwhelmed. I just wish I could get there now.
Um, yeah, I know this post is boooorrrring. Sorry. I'm tired. I'll try harder soon.
Happy March!
So far it's been good. There is a lot of information I have had to absorb, and boatloads more coming my way. The staff, and my supervisor, have done a good job of making me feel like everything is going to be ok, that I will get it, that it will be fine. So, for the most part, I have felt fine.
The critical part of my job involves documentation and record keeping. Documentation, sure, I can do that. Record keeping, especially as it relates to money, bills, and billing, and it all relates to money, bills, and billing...mm...not my first pick favorite thing to do at all. I will find away to deal with it. It's that simple.
One thing I have noticed is that it is making me pay more attention to my own financial crap, which I am notoriously languorous about dealing with. I mean, I basically pay my bills on time, the ones that count (read: the ones that don't charge too much of a late fee or penalty or send your bills to collection agencies after a couple months.) For instance I lowered the APR on my one credit card last night by 3 points after calling to complain it was too high.
It's a little frightening to be in charge of organizing other people's critical medical and financial affairs. I have found myself fruitlessly trying to ward off invasive and chattering thoughts in the middle of the night regarding the clients I am working with. I am going to have to bank on the healthy assumption that these thoughts will decrease or become less frequent as I feel more comfortable in my capacity to take care of all the affairs I need to take care of. That can only come with time.
If the opposite occurs, if the thoughts don't diminish or worse, increase, I will ultimately seek another line of work. I am decidedly against the idea of "taking work home with you", but there's a slightly built-in clause when doing social work that you end up doing that to a degree whether you intend to or not. Many of the people I work with seem quite happy and not terribly overwhelmed. I just wish I could get there now.
Um, yeah, I know this post is boooorrrring. Sorry. I'm tired. I'll try harder soon.
Happy March!
posted by Black Egg at 12:02 AM
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