For the first time since 2005, I’m taking on a real job that I think my mental health issues can be compatible with. I haven’t worked-worked in 6 years and before that, well, let’s just say the 90s were still in swing.
But now, I’ll be doing something I can handle and helping people at the same time. I’m so excited.
What is it?, you may ask. I’m glad you’re interested. I’m thrilled to say that it’s a position with the Meals on Wheels program, part time as a back-up to the site coordinator. And hopefully, I’ll get a bit of time in between doing paperwork, ordering and distribution to actually serve some dinners. Yippee!!
Thank you all so much! I start tomorrow, but won’t be filling my actual capacity until my boss is out sick, on vacation, or the like. Still, I’m so giddy you’d think I was a school girl with a crush.
Great—I’ll have a pastrami on rye, hold the pickle. Do you deliver in under 30 minutes? Sorry—somebody had to bag on you. But seriously—it sounds gratifying. I’m certain that you’ll enjoy it.
You guys are great. You’ve taken a wonderful situation and made it even better with your kind words and well wishes. Now I’m about Cloud 14. Thank you all!