Few things are more frustrating than toiling in obscurity. Even those who are not trying to become famous appreciate recognition for a job well done. Some people have the fortune (I won’t say good or bad) to end up in a job that most people would consider thankless. The trick to coping with this type of employment is to find the thanks that may not be readily forthcoming.
There comes a time in life when every person reaches a crossroads. Sometimes it’s at work, other times it’s at home. Unfortunately I find myself at such a place in several areas of my life, and there are no good choices.
Throughout my life I’ve always had a plan. I even had a plan “B”, “C”, and “D”. I developed that coping skill back in college. I call it the “What’s the worst that can happen?” technique. When I was really worried about something I would ask myself, “What’s the worst that can happen?” I would then make a list (either mental or written depending how freaked out I was) and come up with a plan for Read more…
Am I going to improve my life or am I just going to bitch about it? I am talking specifically about my work in this case. I have been at my job for approaching 12 years. First of all, it’s a long time to be doing the same type of thing in the same place. Of course there have been changes over the years, but unfortunately many of them pull for my weaknesses and not my strengths.
I am the program director for a nonprofit community based vocational program for adults with developmental disabilities. When I first started the job I absolutely loved it. I enjoyed working with my individuals and I found my duties interesting and challenging. Although I had to do a budget for my program, it was pretty straight forward. There were contracts that were taken care of by the accounting people in the main office (or the mothership as I like to call it). Read more…
When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up. I’d be free of homework, chores, mandated bedtime, mean kids who tease me, and bad skin. All the insecurity and self-doubt would melt away. I would be able to pull out all of my geek-infested roots.
I’m still waiting for that wonderful day to arrive. I think it turns out that when you grow up you are the same person you were as a kid, only taller. Let see…
A certain anniversary unique to me is approaching that always makes me wonder how things would have turned out if I had chosen differently. The phrase “today is the first day of the rest of your life” has always sounded kind of corny to me. But there is some truth to it. At the risk of sounding like a geek (or a bigger geek) there is an episode of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” in which a demon named Whistler talks about the biggest moments in your life. You never see them coming, but they happen whether you are ready or not.
Sometimes it’s a big event or one of those instances where time seems to slow down. But most times, it’s vague every day situations that you don’t realize are upon you until it’s too late. I can trace most of what happened in my adult life to one decision I made when I was 18 years old on September 19, 1986. It seemed like nothing at the time, but everything that came after was a direct result of that day.
If I had not made the choice I did, my life would have been different. I probably would have broken up with my high school sweetheart. We wouldn’t have gotten married. I most likely wouldn’t have moved to Boston, MA. If I had not moved there, I wouldn’t have gone to Antioch New England for graduate school. A different school would have led to a different internship.
As it was, I was having a terrible time finding a placement. Antioch was located in Keene, New Hampshire and had referral resources. The problem was that most of their contacts were in and around Keene. They had a few sites in Vermont, but nothing in the Boston area. I got so desperate I started going through the phonebook calling places one by one. I got all the way to “N” when Neww Center in Newton, MA said they had an opening. I went to the interview and got the position. That placement led me down the path to working in non-profits. A different internship would have led me in another direction professionally.
Had I not married my high school sweetheart, I wouldn’t have gotten divorced from him. (well, a big DUH to that one) Instead I found myself newly divorced and alone in Boston. I decided to move near my brother, Peter, for moral support. I started accompanying him to conventions, met my second husband, had my beautiful girls, and here I am.
If I had made a different decision on September 19, 1986 my life would have taken another path. If we are the sum of our experiences then I would be a very different person. In that one vague situation, did I know I was choosing a specific path? No I didn’t. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.
Hello and welcome to my blog. It will be filled with the musing and random thoughts that make up the oddness of my internal world.
The reason we make any decision we do is because it seemed like a good idea at the time. Afterall, we probably wouldn’t do it if we knew it was stupid. Why did I take that job? Why did I marry that person? Why did I punch that wall? It all boils down to it seemed like a good idea at the time.
The decisions we make change the course of our lives, for better or worse. When I was about to start college, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be a lawyer or a therapist . My genius thinking was to take Political Science 100 and Psychology 101 and see which I liked more. Psycho 101 was taught by a quirky, entertaining man and the subject matter was interesting. Poli Sci was taught by a nasty professor who seemed to delight in humiliating his students. I answered a question (my first ever in college) and he responded “No, that’s wrong. In fact that’s the most stupid thing I ever heard.” Well that was the end of that! There was no way I was going to spend the next four years putting up with that jerk!
Just like that the decision was made. I became a human service worker and have been in the field for over 20 years. I am now the program director for the Manchester office of a non-profit called Community Enterprises, Inc. I run three vocational programs that help people with disabilities train for and find work. It’s very rewarding, but also very grueling. But on the upside, the pay sucks…
Who knows… if Poli Sci had been taught by a cute young professor who thought my answer was brilliant I would have become a lawyer and be on my way to being the first woman President of the United States. Why did I go into human services instead?
It seemed like a good idea at the time.