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Well, that was unexpected.
Aug. 14th, 2019 07:47 pmFriday, I interviewed for an in-home family therapy position with a major organization for an in-home therapy position with families whose children receive DMH services - so, significant mental health issues. (This is right up my alley. I love these kids.) They would also make it possible for me to do a bit of outpatient work in one of their clinics, which is appealing.
Monday, I interviewed for an in-home family therapy position with one of the oldest organizations in the state. I have a second interview scheduled with them for tomorrow. They also might be able to give me some outpatient clinic hours. Useful, not just because I would like it, but because the pay is a little low, so some additional hours would be helpful.
Tuesday, I had a phone interview with yet another organization providing in-home family therapy services. I had a follow-up phone interview today, and have scheduled an interview in person for next Tuesday.
(Last Monday, I interviewed at a tiny agency just starting to ramp up their IHT services, which offered me a contract later the same day, and which I turned down two days later for a host of reasons. And the week before that, I had an interview with yet another organization doing IHT. Both of them would also be able to give me some outpatient clients as well.)
Today, at about 9:00, I left the house to go interview at the only job I've applied for lately that I didn't really think I was going to want. From the job-listing on Indeed, it sounded like I'd be working with a very narrow slice of the population, and one of the reasons I left my last job was that I wanted to work with a more diverse group. It was also the only thing I've applied to that wasn't at least mostly IHT and I was dubious about this, not because I don't like the idea of having an office (although I have to say, I think there are a lot of things that are brilliant about doing in-home therapy), but because the way outpatient works when you're a masters level clinician working toward licensure tends to make it hard to make a living and get good supervision.
So I put on my nice interview clothes and trundled off, already thinking about the next interview and whether I needed to line anything more up or not.
Yeah, got the job. More precisely, spent more than an hour and a half having a wonderful conversation with the warm, funny, and competent-seeming woman who would be my supervisor, and got offered the position doing 100% outpatient, mostly with children and families, very varied population, my own office, and a hell of a lot more money than anyone else is coming up with, contingent on my criminal background check and suchlike coming back clean, which it will.
It would be a lot of work. Long hours. And you can't work with kids (outside of a school) and not work into the evenings, because they're really not available before mid afternoon, so I'd be working late and possibly on Saturdays.
But.
Yeah.
...I have to dither, now.
Monday, I interviewed for an in-home family therapy position with one of the oldest organizations in the state. I have a second interview scheduled with them for tomorrow. They also might be able to give me some outpatient clinic hours. Useful, not just because I would like it, but because the pay is a little low, so some additional hours would be helpful.
Tuesday, I had a phone interview with yet another organization providing in-home family therapy services. I had a follow-up phone interview today, and have scheduled an interview in person for next Tuesday.
(Last Monday, I interviewed at a tiny agency just starting to ramp up their IHT services, which offered me a contract later the same day, and which I turned down two days later for a host of reasons. And the week before that, I had an interview with yet another organization doing IHT. Both of them would also be able to give me some outpatient clients as well.)
Today, at about 9:00, I left the house to go interview at the only job I've applied for lately that I didn't really think I was going to want. From the job-listing on Indeed, it sounded like I'd be working with a very narrow slice of the population, and one of the reasons I left my last job was that I wanted to work with a more diverse group. It was also the only thing I've applied to that wasn't at least mostly IHT and I was dubious about this, not because I don't like the idea of having an office (although I have to say, I think there are a lot of things that are brilliant about doing in-home therapy), but because the way outpatient works when you're a masters level clinician working toward licensure tends to make it hard to make a living and get good supervision.
So I put on my nice interview clothes and trundled off, already thinking about the next interview and whether I needed to line anything more up or not.
Yeah, got the job. More precisely, spent more than an hour and a half having a wonderful conversation with the warm, funny, and competent-seeming woman who would be my supervisor, and got offered the position doing 100% outpatient, mostly with children and families, very varied population, my own office, and a hell of a lot more money than anyone else is coming up with, contingent on my criminal background check and suchlike coming back clean, which it will.
It would be a lot of work. Long hours. And you can't work with kids (outside of a school) and not work into the evenings, because they're really not available before mid afternoon, so I'd be working late and possibly on Saturdays.
But.
Yeah.
...I have to dither, now.