MFT Trainee

I just sent off my first resume for an MFT trainee position at the YWCA. You have to get 150 pre degree supervised hours in order to graduate from the MS clinical program. After that, another 2,850 post degree hours before you can get your MFT licensure.

hah.

As soon as the semester started, one of my professors told us that even though our placement isn't until late Aug/early Sept, you have to start applying NOW.

Completely caught me off guard.

Fortunately, I usually have a pretty updated resume saved on my comp. I just had to go thru and taiylor it for the position. It's the cover letter that was a bitch. You have to rewrite those things for every damn position.

Anyway, here's hoping for an interview. I know two 2nd years in the program who are finishing up their placement there, so I figure I can pick their brains before the interview. That, and they can put in a good word for me.

My professor told me we should apply for 3-5 different positions...meh.

I'll see what happens with this one and go from there.

Anonymous

The only person who ever posts comments to my blog with an identity is Marni. I would like to put out a request to all you anonymous posters to show your faces! You don't need to sign up for blogger, but at least sign your name so I know who is visiting my blog!!

Since it always says "anonymous" I can't tell if it is one person or several different people...I'm more likely to blog more often if I see more people are reading it :)

Little One

I think she's adjusting to the new place just fine


This little one curls up in my bed as soon as I get up in the morning. She also spends most of the day getting a hold of my hair ties and batting them around the bedroom until I don't know where any of them are.

Don't be so dramatic

Brian and I went up to Bear Valley to spend the weekend at his friend Scott's cabin. For whatever reason, my body didn't like the high altitude one bit. When we got there, they all started drinking. After ONE SHOT of grey goose I was buzzed, bordering on drunk.

No, I'm not a lightweight...apparently, the altitude will do that.I decided not to drink any more, because I really wasn't looking to get wasted. Barfing at a strange place in front of people you don't know all that well = no fun.

An hour or so later I remember feeling really dizzy and nauseous. I was surprised because I couldn't believe one shot would do that to me. I remember standing up and telling Brian I didn't feel good. He got up to take me to the bathroom and that's the last I remember. After that I woke up on the floor with Brian trying to wake me up with Scott and Rich standing over us.

Apparently I fainted, fell, and bumped my head on the hard tile floor


Go figure...I missed the carpet by like 2 feet.

It was a really weird experience not being able to remember that small chunk of time. We figured it was likely the high 8,000 foot altitude that made that small amount of alcohol screw me over.

Lesson learned: no alcohol over 5,000 feet.

Baby Blanket for Connor

Just finished up a nice fleecy blanket for the baby my best friend is expecting soon. Instead of square knots, I tied every single one of those fringe pieces like a balloon.




These knots are nice and tight, and I think look nicer overall....

But my fingers now hurt like hell.

I probably should not have decided to "power through" and taken some time to rest.

Oh well, it's super cute, and I'm happy with the way it turned out. Perfect blanket to throw on the floor under the baby while he is pushing up and developing those super strong manly muscles!!

Cereal Test

The last box has been unpacked and I am officially moved in. There was some drama with AT&T getting my phone and net transferred over 2 days late. BUT, it is up now and I'm a happy camper.

I didn't realize how much I depend on my happy internet time until I wasn't able to access it at all for two days... I'm a complete junkie.

I'm off to the post office tomorrow to pick up my mail key and get all the mail that has been accumulating in the box.

Everything is put away, but I'm still doing the "cereal test" to figure out where things are the most practical. It's what my cousin calls the 6am half awake walk to the kitchen to get the cereal out of the cabinet only to find that you have reached the cabinet full of cups.

THAT's where the cereal should go...lol.

On another note, I'm completely IN LOVE with my dishwasher. How the hell have I gone on without one for the last 7 years?

I think the kitty is IN LOVE with the carpet. With the tile floors in the old place, she would only sprawl out on the living room or bathroom rugs. Now, she sprawls out anywhere. Oh, and she appears to think that vertical blinds are the best thing ever. Especially when running through the ones right behind my headboard at 3am.

Things don't always work out the way that you would like them to...

...But they always work out one way or the other.

So I got a call from my professor saying that she's sorry she had to do this to us but school should come first so I have to be sure I'm in class. No help on that end.

We happened to have a meeting later in the day so I was able to talk to my boss directly. She was in a good mood and understood that it wasn't my fault, and there wasn't a lot that I could do. Unfortunately, we simply just don't have any teachers to take over my class so the only option was to close it down completely and open up a new one on a night that I am free.

I knew the guys weren't going to take this one well...

So, I go to class later that night and figured I'd just be 100% honest with them and tell them how everything went down. Told them that if they liked me, move with me to Friday night and if they don't, this is the chance to jump ship and get shifted to another class with another teacher.

So then I wrote down all the possible times we could create the class on the board and told them that I would let them figure out what would work best for everyone, and then I'll make myself available.

EVERY SINGLE ONE CAME WITH ME.

They didn't bitch, they didn't complain, they just took 10 minutes or so to talk and figure it out so that everyone could come.

And that was that. I was absofuckinglutely amazed.

I called my boss later to tell her that we wouldn't have to shuffle anyone to a new class and that everyone could come with me. This is the email I got from her this morning:

"Kristin, you are a star! All the guys from your Tuesday 7:30pm class want to move to Friday. I am amazed. That just shows what an impact you guys are having on them and it should make you proud of yourselves. Frank and I were together tonight when I got your message and we said what a great statement that is and how proud of you we are."

Man, that was a confidence boost and a half.