Yesterday I was offered, and accepted, a new job – same employer (the county community services board), different location, and a raise by three pay grades. The job certainly looks interesting and challenging: I will be the primary therapist and case manager for adults with chronic mental illnesses, providing treatment to them and their families in their homes and in the community. I will be part of a multidisciplinary team consisting of doctors, day support/vocational rehabilitation, and advocates providing services.
To say that I am excited would be an understatement. Of course I am looking forward to the new challenges, new colleagues and clients, the opportunity to pursue clinical licensure, and the raise. But truth be told, I am just as pleased to be free of shift work (especially night shifts) for what I hope is the rest of my life. No more working nights, holidays, or weekends. If one of my clients melts down during off hours, emergency services rolls out, and I deal with it on the next business day. If you don’t understand why this is a big deal for me, consider: for the past 9 years I have worked (internships excepted) exclusively in residential services with a variety of populations, and their problems and needs don’t magically dissipate into the ether at 5:00 pm. Even when I was a supervisor, I had to worry about maintaining adequate coverage to insure my clients’ safety. And while I miss some of my past clients and some aspects of past jobs (even as I will miss some aspects of my current job) I know that I will not, for one moment, miss shift work.
With a fairly new marriage to a woman whose company I enjoy, a new job that requires actual work (at least 50% of which will be done out of the office), a hoped-for increase in church involvement, and a deep burning desire to see my friends and family again, I think that I am going to have to retire the old blog. My enthusiasm for it has waned as I have mostly vented myself of everything that I wished to vent, and I see no point in posting just to post. I also see no point in keeping a blog to which I won’t be posting on at least a semi-regular basis. I am more than aware of the ubiquitous “Sorry I haven’t posted in a while but I have been so busy!” posts. I am also aware that there are bloggers who are far busier than I who still manage to post consistently good material at a regular pace. I don’t know how they do it, but I know that I can’t. I also don’t place such value on my opinion on every single issue that I feel compelled to share it. Some thoughts can and should remain unposted. I don’t want to end up like this guy. Finally, I see no need to apologize for my erratic posting – I cannot imagine that there is anyone whose life is poorer for being denied my mental bi-products. If there is, then they have my pity.
I am not going quietly into the electronic ether, however. I have decided to close shop with a series of posts on some more controversial topics that I have avoided until now for two reasons:  I don’t like pissing contests and  absolutely nothing gets resolved in blog debates. I enjoy a good, juicy debate but for every thoughtful, reasonable commenter there are two or three blathering poster children for birth control whose bumper sticker philosophy and canned, clichéd responses to every point stink up the internet and derail any useful discussion. They are truly warts on the rear of humanity and I had no interest in dealing with them. But, at this point I see no reason to not go out with a bang, so that’s the game plan. The series will be called Those Other Things. At this point, I don’t know how many entries there will be but I hope that those who are still reading will stick around for the finish.