Job Hunt

I'm searching for a job. Not only because we could really use the money (Christmas is right around the corner, afterall) but also because I'm just not cut out to be a stay-at-home-mom on a full-time status. I need to go out and make use of my brain, and not by figuring out which store is selling Aiden's diapers for the cheapest amount.

I've applied for mostly no-brainer jobs, though. Target and Babies R Us were first on the list. They aren't my first choice in the grand scheme of things, but if they end up being my only options, I'll take them. We really need the money.

Top choice? A job at Rogers Memorial Hospital. I've applied to be a Residential Counselor on either the Child/Adolescent Unit or the Eating Disorders Unit. It would be AWESOME to put on my resume, especially after I finish my Human Services degree. Most places want experience, so this would allow me to get my foot in the door.

Alternative top choice? I applied at a bank. Yes, I probably am crazy, but should I really let my experience go to waste? It pays more than minimum wage and I actually can't do the job in my sleep (for the most part...) so it went onto my list of options.

I did get one call back today. It wasn't technically from any of the places I applied for. The application went to Babies R Us, but Toys R Us is apparently more interested in me. I need to figure out if I really want to take such a basic job, though. Yes, I DO believe I have more to offer than being a cashier at a toy store. Make me management and I might re-consider....

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Also in recent news, I had an appointment with a therapist today. I took my chances and scheduled to see a female. Nothing against ladies, but I have continually had poor experiences with them as a therapists. The fact that she knew some DBT and was willing to work with personality disorders made me give her a chance, though. Mistake? Yes. She was nice, but just so....eh. She kind of had a habit of rambling on about different personal stories that she thought I wanted to hear. She seemed more interested in being my girly friend than getting down to business. At one point I wanted to say,
"Listen lady. I'm not here for a dose of girl talk. I don't care about the fact that you got a puppy in January when it was -3 degrees out. Let's do some work and get on with life."

So the search continues, even though I know it's heading nowhere fast. Nobody in this lame state knows anything about DBT or BPD. And nobody knows how to tolerate me. It's quite a hopeless mess.