Dignity on the Job
Recent news headlines about protests by domestic workers in Chile offer lessons to us in this country about employment. You may have heard the story.
Recent news headlines about protests by domestic workers in Chile offer lessons to us in this country about employment. You may have heard the story.
I don’t feel like I was properly warned about what goes on inside an intern’s head in the beginning of internship. I have had to check my self-talk every day I’m working. I find myself questioning what I know about being a counselor. In the back of my mind, I know I know my stuff. I’ve read the books, I’ve done (and I keep doing) the internal and external work, and I’m passionate about what I do.
I have been thinking about this for a while but when I read the final blog post by Ray McKinnis this morning I was moved to put my thoughts in print. My thanks to Ray for publishing his thoughts over this last year. His posts never failed to prompt me to think and challenge what I believe and that is something that is invaluable. I will miss his voice.
As I embark on the middle leg of my second year of graduate school in clinical mental health counseling a course looms on the horizon that I’m simultaneously excited about and simply wish I didn’t have to take at all. That class is Intro to Psychopathology with an emphasis on psychopharmacology. Both words are packed with oomph and leave me with an array of mixed feelings.
As I move towards the end of my time as a grad student, I am spending time thinking about life as a business professional. I’ve always noticed customer service type issues, but now these issues have a new importance. I’d like to think that I will not make these mistakes as an employee, and certainly not as a business owner.
As you all may have noticed, I have strayed away from my initial subject of supervision in counseling. I felt that I needed to verbalize the significant events that were occurring around me.
We all know how difficult it can be for vets when they return from active duty, whether it is a return from battle field deployment, foreign country or even stateside but separated from loved ones for months or years. Many will not seek therapeutic assistance for various reasons, some will appear to return unscathed while others self medicate; all regardless of the situation, will go through some period of adjustment that will lead to either productive (positive) or potentially devastating results.
I began my internship this week. The first of 900 hours I must accumulate to reach my master’s degree. Being completely honest, I was looking at this pile of hours rather ominously. I’ve already come so far in my degree and yet the impending effort and time crunch of a 30-hour weekly internship made my graduation day seem so far away.