September 13, 2009

  • Why I love my job

    It occurred to me that I have said that I love my job, but haven't really said what I love about it. 

    California is a suspicious place.  If I smile at strangers, they react with a look that says, "What do you want?"  If I wave at someone while driving, there is another suspicious reaction, "I don't know you. Why are you waving at me?"  Heaven forbid you try to talk to a stranger! 


    When I went to Camp Pendleton for my interview, people smiled at me and said hello as I walked by.  There were American flags all over, and people showed respect for them.  I was greeted at the mental health area with warmth.  They seemed glad to see me, and stated they hoped I got the job.  "We sure need you."  Wow!

    I started work at the end of July 08.  Doing therapy in the past with chronic mentally ill patients gave me a very different experience than working with active duty military service members. Active duty military listen to what I recommend, and do it!  They want to get better, and they do what it takes.  They appreciate what I do, and tell me so. 

    But it's not just the clients who appreciate me.  My coworkers respect me and consult with me about our mutual clients.  They worked with the contracting company I actually work for, to make sure I was able to keep my job.  People took the time to take care of my plants, and when I got back, apologized that a couple of them died. 

    There is a level of patriotism, honor and commitment I haven't found in civilian workplaces.  God is acknowledged -- "For God and country" is more than just a saying. 

    Given all this, I feel I am a better therapist, and a better person for working there.  What I do matters.  Someone who comes for help with PTSD can get effective help thanks to training they've given me.  So, yes, I love my job and care about those I help and those I work with.  Their commitment inspires me.

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