Holy Cow
I received a "Holiday Bonus" today! The AIDS hotline never gave me any kind of bonus (I barely even had standard benefits). Sure, they pro-rated the amount since I haven't been working here for a full year, but it was still enough to cover most of my anticipated holiday gift purchases. It's enough to make a guy feel appreciated (*sniff*).
People are still frantically calling me looking for flu shots. I pray this isn't a bad flu year.
I feel like a bad blogger, updating as infrequently as I do. This job simply isn't as interesting as being an AIDS counselor was. Nobody here compares answering the phone to being "in the trenches" like we did on the AIDS hotline. What I do now is just as important, but it can be hard to be as passionate about it.
On average, Elder Hotline calls are more heartbreaking than AIDS Hotline calls, and my hands are more tied when it comes to helping people out. There's not much that can be done when an 85 year old grandmother transfer a piece of land to her daughter's name, only to have the daughter sell it out from under her. Or when 60 year old's income is just barely over the cutoff for Medicaid, yet their medical bills are far and away higher than their ability to pay.
At least on the AIDS hotline I was able to give people good news. The best news I give people these days is "yes you qualify for meals-one-wheels, but the waiting list may be up to a year or more."
I'm quickly approaching a crossroads in my life where I'll need to decide if I want to continue doing this -- or something like this -- for the rest of my career. I wonder where fate will lead me.
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