So I guess it's been a while since I've been in Livermore. I've been putting off writing an update, waiting for something to start happening. Well I guess it is about time for me to settle into this and accept that this is how life is and could very well stay this way for a while.
I am still unemployed but I am getting my observation hours I need to apply to physical therapy school done. I went to a clinic yesterday for the first time and got 6 hours done there. High lights included talking with an older lady who had a stroke in January that left her arm paralyzed. Since then she's been working on getting movement back slowly but surely and was very excited to tell me about her successes. I also got to closely follow one physical therapist for a little who had a very sarcastic personality (which I loved). While working with a middle school girl, he made everything into a competition between the two of them and really got her excited about her therapy. Low lights were just the awkwardness of sitting around watching and not really knowing what I was doing. For the most part I was by myself just watching on the side and wasn't really told what to do until one of the PTs let me follow along more closely.
Today I went to another clinic and had a meeting with the owner. He was more organized than the last place or at least more into planning which as you guessed it, I loved. So, I'm gonna go there for 4 hours each Tuesday and Thursday to get my 100 hours of observation.
My dog just farted and a cat upstairs just sneezed.
I'm still looking for a job. It's not vital to my existence right now so I'm still waiting to find a job that I won't hate. I've got a little more time to be picky. What would be best would be to find a PT clinic where I can get a job as a PT aide. That way I could get hours and get paid, and do something I'm interested in. I haven't found anywhere looking for one yet, but I'm thinking of making a cute/clever letter to send to PT clinics asking if they need an aide. I'm thinking a play on Band-aid but rather PT-aide.
So that's life.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I now live in Livermore, California...the story
So. I am living in California. Yes, this was not my plan. Yes, the economy is f’ed in California…but I am not paying for rent!
So let’s catch up. I graduated from Whitworth University in Spokane, WA with a Bachelor of Science in Biology. After graduating, I packed up four years of memories and drove back down to the bay area. After a brief stint there, I packed up the smallest amount of stuff yet for 8 weeks at camp. This summer I worked as an LC in the Bridge program at camp. It was new this year and was a way to bridge the gap between camper and counselor. We spent a week with high school juniors and seniors trying to keep it fun while teaching them to be the best counselors they could. I think my favorite thing about it (other than my amazing team) was how being a good counselor forced the kids to really ask themselves where they were in their faith. There was so much more about my summer at camp but that’s not what this is about. After camp, I had about a week before we left for Europe. Patrick, one of my best friends from Cali, and I went to Switzerland and Italy for three weeks. Again, there are so many stories but that’s not what this is about. This story begins about 2 days after arriving back in the states.
I had already started stressing in Switzerland. I knew I wasn’t going to have much time in California and wanted to start planning. So how it happened, I threw as much of my stuff as I could into my CR-V the morning I was leaving. I was so ready to snap. Then I drove. A lot. It was good for me. I stayed the night in a hotel in Bend and went to Red Robin by myself, got a margarita, and dyed my hair in the hotel while watching How I Met Your Mother. Good night! I got to Spokane the day of My Jessie’s wedding (one of my college roommates). It was wonderful to see everyone again and weird to be back in Spokane but not to go back to school.
After the weekend, we drove to Seattle and got there at about 11pm. You already know how the story ends so I’ll tell you now that I lived in Seattle for a week. I had a lot on my to-do list there. And not little stuff, oh no. On the list was retake physics, get 100 hours of physical therapy observation, study for GREs, take GREs, and apply to grad schools. Though first I had to find a job where I could get enough money for rent and food. I was trying to do all of this in a town where I only knew my roommates and but I didn’t know where anything was. All in all, it was too much. I love the people I was living with, and I love the town, but it was too much.
So I moved back home to Livermore. Here I do not have to stress about finding a job right away. I also know the area and more people so it makes it easier to start crossing of some of those things on my to-do list. So if you have any connections to physical therapists or know people who are hiring, LET ME KNOW!
LOVE to all and as always, prayers are very appreciated in this time of transition and shitty economy...yay for graduating now!
So let’s catch up. I graduated from Whitworth University in Spokane, WA with a Bachelor of Science in Biology. After graduating, I packed up four years of memories and drove back down to the bay area. After a brief stint there, I packed up the smallest amount of stuff yet for 8 weeks at camp. This summer I worked as an LC in the Bridge program at camp. It was new this year and was a way to bridge the gap between camper and counselor. We spent a week with high school juniors and seniors trying to keep it fun while teaching them to be the best counselors they could. I think my favorite thing about it (other than my amazing team) was how being a good counselor forced the kids to really ask themselves where they were in their faith. There was so much more about my summer at camp but that’s not what this is about. After camp, I had about a week before we left for Europe. Patrick, one of my best friends from Cali, and I went to Switzerland and Italy for three weeks. Again, there are so many stories but that’s not what this is about. This story begins about 2 days after arriving back in the states.
I had already started stressing in Switzerland. I knew I wasn’t going to have much time in California and wanted to start planning. So how it happened, I threw as much of my stuff as I could into my CR-V the morning I was leaving. I was so ready to snap. Then I drove. A lot. It was good for me. I stayed the night in a hotel in Bend and went to Red Robin by myself, got a margarita, and dyed my hair in the hotel while watching How I Met Your Mother. Good night! I got to Spokane the day of My Jessie’s wedding (one of my college roommates). It was wonderful to see everyone again and weird to be back in Spokane but not to go back to school.
After the weekend, we drove to Seattle and got there at about 11pm. You already know how the story ends so I’ll tell you now that I lived in Seattle for a week. I had a lot on my to-do list there. And not little stuff, oh no. On the list was retake physics, get 100 hours of physical therapy observation, study for GREs, take GREs, and apply to grad schools. Though first I had to find a job where I could get enough money for rent and food. I was trying to do all of this in a town where I only knew my roommates and but I didn’t know where anything was. All in all, it was too much. I love the people I was living with, and I love the town, but it was too much.
So I moved back home to Livermore. Here I do not have to stress about finding a job right away. I also know the area and more people so it makes it easier to start crossing of some of those things on my to-do list. So if you have any connections to physical therapists or know people who are hiring, LET ME KNOW!
LOVE to all and as always, prayers are very appreciated in this time of transition and shitty economy...yay for graduating now!
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