One more time

Remember when I signed up to take the LSAT? Remember when I applied to an MSW program?
Well... it's about that time again.

I had been waiting for a Job Coach position to open up in Provo. It was pretty much guaranteed mine. One opened up a couple of weeks ago.

And at the last minute, another internal applicant expressed interested. If it's who I think it is, she will probably get it. A combination of her seniority, connections, and a horrible interview on my part. That, and she's well qualified.

Long story short, they want me to be a Job Coach at American Fork instead. I don't want to live in American Fork. The reasons don't matter, just trust me, I've got 'em.

And I realized that I am so sick of this. All of this stress for something I don't want to do for more than a few years, anyway.

My goal has always been to become an MFT and have my own private practice. I've been putting that on hold, though, in hopes that I would get married to a decent provider and not have to put myself back through school.

And, as my mother so aptly put it just a few minutes ago, do I want to look back in ten years if I'm still not married and kick myself for not going back to school sooner?
Nope.

So. I'll be spending the next couple of weeks looking into that.



On a related note....
Some of my friends/co-workers say I'm being too picky with the men/boys I date.

I disagree.

I think I'm becoming progressively less picky as time goes by and am just becoming more aware of what's actually important.
Most of the guys up here make it pretty easy to weed through them though.

For example:

A couple of weeks ago I ended up on an accidental date with this kid I know. I didn't know it was a date until we were already in the car on the way to a cheap buffet (my idea) in American Fork. After lots of talk (from him) about a totally natural weight loss/fitness plan he's on which makes him totally better than all those other guys who are using pills and steroids, we finish dinner and head back. In the car, I find a brand new, $60 bottle of phentermine. I kid you not. I pick it up and he tries to grab it away before I can see the label.

Then as we pass a car pulled over on the side of the freeway, he makes a comment about how one time he got pulled over by a cop and got a warning... "but it was a female cop, so whatever."

He was completely serious.