A Library Of Living Life.

I can sleep easy again. The spell of unemployment depression is over and the bank account is starting to see the green (for now). Over the past 6 months, I have been working at a private practice in Garden City called the House of Hearing Audiology Clinic. It is a very delightful clinic, to say the least. I have had many mixed emotions about taking this position; excited, nervous, relieved, disappointed, empowered. Just every emotion under the sun, and moon, and stars, and all other planets, nebulas, black holes, dark matter, and all other crazy ass stuff floating around out there. If you've known me since starting my doctorate, you might know that I want to work in a hospital seeing both adults and pediatrics with a focus on diagnostics. Unfortunately, a private practice is extremely different. The private practice environment is very dialed in on hearing aid sales. There is a small portion on diagnostics, but the largest part is managing hearing aids and pushing new sales.

Remember those good ol' days when blogging was easy and felt like a necessity? Yeah, me neither, however, I do miss trying to blog. In an attempt to keep my brain in a relatively active state, I will try to keep an up-to-date blog. I hope that is vague enough. Recently, the most common questions I have received from friends, family, strangers, past coworkers, etc. are " How is the job hunt? Any leads? " Well to answer those questions simply, okay  and yes . Cryptic, I know. The former; Okay . I have found that apply for jobs is difficult when the applicant does not hold a current occupational license. In the state of Idaho, getting an audiology/dispensing license is dependent on have a few pieces of paper. 1) Application for Licensure, 2) $100 Application Fee, 3) Passing Score of National Exam (PRAXIS) Sent Directly from ETS, 4) Official Transcript with Degree Awarded, 5) Copy of Driver's License. The majority of these items were pretty simple to obtain. The big

It is a good thing I was not born in a time period when documentation was important to the memory of a person or a culture. I am a terrible historian. If people had to rely on this blog to learn about my life or to know how I am doing, the vast majority of people would think I have either died or I was driven into seclusion. Contrary to the popular belief, I am not dead, nor have I abandoned all human contact to live in isolation. I am in fact very much alive. Sometimes I am so alive that I question if I am truly awake or if I have been dreaming. To explain what I mean, I will try to document over 1 year's worth of happenings. I find my ability to document anything these day (aside from patient charting) has significantly deteriorated. I blame it on the fact that I have to be a functional adult and be part of the real world. I do not have the luxury of tuning out a lecture or skipping a class to chronicle events, experiences, memories, thoughts, or happenings anymore. March 2