Oh yeah, I kind of didn't tell you much about the job, did I?
I didn't sign a non-disclosure agreement like I did with The Casino That Shall Not Be Named, but still, given the type of agency it is, I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I will not be blogging about work.
I will be an aide in the Child Welfare office at DHS (Department of Human Services). From what I've gathered from the supervisor, I am a go-fer. A well-paid go-fer, in my opinion. I answer phone calls when necessary, enter data, make files for cases, transport children when necessary and do whatever the case workers need me to do to make their lives easier.
It is an amazing opportunity and should I decide to change my degree to social work, I have my foot in the door.
And, get this -
I have a cubicle. My very own cubicle. No shit. I am utterly taken by this notion. I know that the ideal of cubicle living is not one that usually gets positive press, but to this 12-year stay-at-home mom, it's pretty exciting. I'm already digging out pictures of the kids for my desk. MY DESK. I get nearly giddy when I think about it.
Until school starts, I'll only be working a few days a week, one or two more than likely. Paul is off on Monday, so I'll work Mondays for sure. Mom's job is flexible and she'll take the kids one or two other days a week when she can. When school starts I'll work every day. Being a mom, my number one concern is flexibility and my supervisor said that most everyone there is a parent and they understand sick kids, etc. Being part-time, I don't get sick time, but if I have to take a day off for a sick kid, I can make up lost hours if I want.
To quote the red-headed orphan when she saw Daddy Warbucks's mansion for the first time, "I think I'm gonna like it here."
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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4 comments:
Congrats on the jobbitude! However, you'll probably want to curb that optimism, Diva. I'm pretty sure that cheerfulness is a terminable offense in government offices.
Oh goody, one more new person at DHS answering the phones......just what I needed. It's been a long week and my daily conversations with DHS have contributed to most of it.
On the other hand, woohoo someone at DHS who knows her butt from a hole in the ground, I assume you do know that right? Course you do, your Diva! Good luck and you might practice your "face", come by the office, I'll show you how. Apparently I've got B!!Tch down to an art!
Hey, find me a baby to adopt!!! And no, I am not joking. We are wanting to adopt~we don't care if its a girl or a boy!
Shannon :)
Congrats on the new job!
Congratulations and what a job! And part time...sounds great to me!
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