Finishing up was spread over a couple of months. I handed in my last paper, a few weeks later I got the results. Then I had to finish the practical aspects... the required client hours and clinical supervision. The final supervision session was delayed as I ended up in A&E with Pickle (who had fractured his arm, but coped really well in plaster and is fine now)... and then it was done.
I had to finish up at my placement venue as I was no longer a student, yet the required meetings and paperwork hadn't been completed in order to offer me a position. So I set to spring cleaning my house, de-cluttering our wardrobes and the accumulation of toys (this is still a work in progress). I had the meetings, signed the paperwork and a couple of days later I was back in the workplace having only missed two days of work (I've chosen to work part-time as a good balance for my own mental health and well-being particularly as a single parent).
|The beautiful flowers on my desk at work |
with obligatory photo of my gorgeous Pickle
And don't get me wrong, I am ecstatic that I was offered a position doing the work I love.
Over the coming weeks I'll need to do some delightful paperwork *yawn*, to apply to graduate... in May 2015... so I'm not sure when, or even if, I'm going to a celebratory *woohoo* moment.
Has this ever happened to you? Did you get your *woohoo* eventually? What triggered it? And what happened if you didn't get that lightbulb moment?
Cheers, KangaRue :)
BAppSocSc (Couns) - well, that's the first time I've written that and admittedly it feels pretty good