Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Monday, August 23, 2010

Whoa, Stop the Presses!

Or maybe "hold the phone!" would be a better choice of phrase, as the presses do seem to be working which is precisely the point of this post.

Ah, maybe I should just get to said point.

I faxed some consent to release information forms out today in hopes of getting some hospital records for a file before I present it on Wednesday, knowing full well I'll be extremely lucky to see them before the end of the week.

But lo and behold, one hospital faxed the records to us within the hour! Within the hour!

I have never seen this before. I was so excited I wanted to tell somebody, and since my partner-in-crime is on vacation I went to make my supervisor my witness (I'm sure she didn't have more important things to do).

Of course they weren't the psychiatric records, they were some medical records we wanted as supporting documentation. It would have to be a medical hospital that we almost never NEED records from who would be timely about it. But hey, I'll take what thrills I can get! (sad, isn't it?)

Friday, August 20, 2010

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I'm Back!

Let me rephrase that: I’m back.

While I’m not totally loathe to return to work after a delightful two weeks off (thanks for asking) I don’t totally dread it.

It turns out I missed some serious office place drama, which I’m kinda glad of. I’m not comfortable going into details at this point.

Coming back, I’m doing a lot of thinking about going forward. In the next few months, my current contract will end and I go back to my old position. I can’t say the thought really pleases me.

I’ve had a vague goal in mind of landing a new gig before that happens. However, that’s easier said than done, a reality that’s rearing its ugly head the closer I come to that deadline.

So I’m trying to handle this in the most social worky-way I know how: reframing! How can I make this job likeable? How can I make it work for me???

Only time will tell whether I’m helping myself, or prolonging the pain.

And of course, my fingers are still crossed that fate will smile on me and the perfect job will just fall into my lap from somewhere.

A girl can dream, can’t she?