I stuck my neck out not too long ago on the Sad Puppy debate, and got some criticism. Some people criticized my use of a psychological frame for what they saw as a social justice debate, others had trouble distinguishing between my identification of common psychological tropes evident in public actions of people involved in the debate with diagnosis of those people. I have addressed these issues privately with those involved, and will probably write a post about the importance of understanding underlying psychological issues to social justice arguments in the future. My website is now set to having comment moderation on at all times, which is new for me. I was unprepared for the influx of people, most of whom created new accounts specifically to comment on my blog, or in some cases to comment on the Sad Puppy issue in general, who, rather than debating in good faith, spent as much time as they could wasting my time, moving goal posts, insisting that their concerns be addressed (in an article that specifically addressed the issue of entitlement, no less) and generally acting like bad guests.
I’m in the middle of auditing to determine which insurance companies to prioritize going after for overdue billing. It’s the unpleasant part of owning my own therapy business, and I don’t enjoy it. For the last several months, doing this part of my job has been much more difficult because my old computer was getting unreliable, and the internet connection in my office was also unreliable. A new computer and wireless signal booster later, I now am up and running in my office five minutes after getting there, with the ability to print what I need without having to do workarounds, and able to work in the part of my office where I sit during sessions, which allows me to do collaborative documentation and to use the internet as needed during sessions with minimal disruptions. Hours per week spent fiddling with technical issues can now be spent on following up on issues with insurance companies, advocating for participants, and building my business. I might even have more time for writing. And yes, I did buy a gaming computer for work. Multitasking, baby. Multitasking. (The links above go to the specific items I got. I’m thrilled with both. The computer has
I have been in my new therapy office now for nearly a month. The pictures scattered through this post are of that space. In that month I have gained an average of 1.5 (I’d like to know who that half person is, too) new participants per week and at that rate I will reach sustainability very quickly. The hardest part, by far, has been wrestling with the various insurances. By inclination and location, I will be getting most of my therapy participants from the ranks of people who are working and poverty class, which means that most of them have Medicaid or Medicare for insurances. Going through this process has made me even more a proponent for ‘Medicare for All’ than I was already.
For my birthday I’m getting a room of my own. Today is my birthday, my wedding anniversary, and the Celtic first feast of the harvest, Lughnassadh (the wheat harvest), all rolled into one. Today is a day that reminds me I’m not dead yet, I’m not done yet, and I still have a lot to do. And that inspires me (oddly enough) to make plans. Because of the holiday, it also reminds me that time is fleeting, and winter is coming. And officially, today, I have a room of my own, but I won’t take possession for a couple of days. Yes, I understand the reference, though to be fair, I’ve never actually finished reading [amazon_link id=”1614272778″ target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]A Room of One’s Own [/amazon_link]by Virginia Woolfe despite the fact that it has been sitting next to my bed for years now. Which is weird, because I liked what I read when I started it. And, to be precise, I’m not getting a room in my house. I’ve tried that already. When I set up my home office, my husband moved his gun safe into it, then his leatherworking supplies and – well, you get up the idea.
Been doing the unemployment dance, deciding whether I want to work for someone else or build a business, getting through the grief of losing a job, and worrying about money. You know, the same things that I work with my therapy participants on. Here I am now, putting my money where my mouth is, and sharing this experience with you. I have found the following to be helpful advice as I’m getting through the first few weeks of unemployment: Open all your mail, even the stuff you don’t want to know and don’t want to deal with Make important phone calls and deal with important mail and email first thing in the morning so it doesn’t hang over you all day. Decide what you’re willing to accept for a job, and how desperate you are. Apply for jobs accordingly. Make a mental or physical list of people who might help you out financially or emotionally if you need them. Don’t neglect your health. Eat as well as you can, exercise, and get a good night’s sleep. Reach out to friends. Trade the time you now have in abundance for their emotional support. Rein in your expenses. Big time. Rein them
I got fired this week. I’ve been at this job less than two months. Talk about an ego destroyer. So, I went home, filed for unemployment, shot off two job applications in less than an hour (after deleting this job from my resume while I think about what happened) and began planning my future. After licking my wounds, I am realizing that I really was a bad fit for that job, but not for any reason that should have resulted in firing. The company was in a bit of a financial crunch, with the fiscal year coming up at the end of the month, and my supervisor was not convinced I could ‘turn things around’ in time.