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I’m not one to talk about dreams. Until now. I guess. So here goes. All my classes this semester begin after noon, so it’s 10:30am and I just had the luxury of just waking up an hour ago. I had this intense dream that I had a studio apartment in Anchorage, but then there was this mission to go find this dog: Molly. Molly the dog was my favorite dog, and I only had her for a 2 week sitting. But it was at a house-sitting job up in the mountains, and whenever I am in some sort of setting where they ask the crowd to meditate and find their place of comfort (i’ve gone through some trainings that involve hypnosis and meditation as therapy so it’s happened like, 3thrice times, maybe quatro) that is where I go. The dream is fading now, but it was a good one. Which got me thinking on jobs. I’m done here in July. I have one connection that is getting me a (hopeful) interview at a high school to be a counselor here in New Orleans. Aside from one other school connection friend, I’m worried that I won’t be able to find a job here. I’m working on doing a small program thing over in Florence in June, I’ve applied for a summer thing over in DC, but haven’t made any big roads to the actual employment opportunities because I gave myself until March 17 to start to worry about that. But I’ll be looking for opportunities to become a social worker and will be looking in places such as here, DC, Seattle, Portland, and of course Anchorage. California is out of the picture (awful licensing procedure, but I hear it’s beautiful) and Florida will be a place of last resort. Unless it’s Miami or the Keys. But I’m sure no other social worker will be trying to find a job there because it’s easy. Other than that, jobs haven’t been on my mind that much. It will work itself out and I am spreading my job-net across the country, although I’d rather stay in New Orleans. As of now I’m working as an unpaid research assistant for a very googable man named Figley, and I almost bought a dog 3 times. But I’m going to wait until I move. I am really thinking about a scrappy small pound dog, but they would freeze if I moved to Alaska. Also. My friend rode his motorcycle after class and I saw him get hit by a car. He’s fine. It was the driver’s fault, she didn’t do a full stop in the neutral ground. That shook him up, and me as well. HAVE A GOOD DAY

I’m not one to talk about dreams. Until now. I guess. So here goes. All my classes this semester begin after noon, so it’s 10:30am and I just had the luxury of just waking up an hour ago. I had this intense dream that I had a studio apartment in Anchorage, but then there was this mission to go find this dog: Molly. Molly the dog was my favorite dog, and I only had her for a 2 week sitting. But it was at a house-sitting job up in the mountains, and whenever I am in some sort of setting where they ask the crowd to meditate and find their place of comfort (i’ve gone through some trainings that involve hypnosis and meditation as therapy so it’s happened like, 3thrice times, maybe quatro) that is where I go. The dream is fading now, but it was a good one.

Which got me thinking on jobs.

I’m done here in July. I have one connection that is getting me a (hopeful) interview at a high school to be a counselor here in New Orleans. Aside from one other school connection friend, I’m worried that I won’t be able to find a job here. I’m working on doing a small program thing over in Florence in June, I’ve applied for a summer thing over in DC, but haven’t made any big roads to the actual employment opportunities because I gave myself until March 17 to start to worry about that. But I’ll be looking for opportunities to become a social worker and will be looking in places such as here, DC, Seattle, Portland, and of course Anchorage. California is out of the picture (awful licensing procedure, but I hear it’s beautiful) and Florida will be a place of last resort. Unless it’s Miami or the Keys. But I’m sure no other social worker will be trying to find a job there because it’s easy.

Other than that, jobs haven’t been on my mind that much. It will work itself out and I am spreading my job-net across the country, although I’d rather stay in New Orleans. As of now I’m working as an unpaid research assistant for a very googable man named Figley, and I almost bought a dog 3 times. But I’m going to wait until I move. I am really thinking about a scrappy small pound dog, but they would freeze if I moved to Alaska.

Also. My friend rode his motorcycle after class and I saw him get hit by a car. He’s fine. It was the driver’s fault, she didn’t do a full stop in the neutral ground. That shook him up, and me as well.

HAVE A GOOD DAY

Posted 3 months ago