Starting work
Phew, I managed to finish the previous series on reflections on NUS life just in time. One stage leads to another. Society is always in a rush to push people who have completed one stage of life onto another one; rarely is one allowed to stay on the previous stage to master and love it. You do a Bachelor's; they make u try for Masters and then Phd. You're single? Find a girlfriend, and get married. We are always progressing, because society deems it fit that once we have finished one stage to be able to handle the next.
And so, there's no time to linger, no time to loiter, no time to stop and stare on the journey of life. Work beckons. I'm not sure how I ought to feel. Some people are excited to start work, others are nervous, some others just feel utter dread. The common thread of all this is that: those who I know have already started work are barely online on MSN now. Maybe I should take that as a hint with regards to tiredness and time.
I heard ah dee got 32 cases on her 2nd day of work. Wow. I know a typical social worker in an FSC takes about 40 cases at any one time; in essence that means we potentially have the power to influence 40 families for the better (if you are a systemic thinker). 40 families. What on earth qualifies me to do that? Just because I've got a university degree? It's a big thought, and I must build my dignity, warmth and acceptance capacities in order to work with these clients.
More than just the work itself, I know that in the process of helping clients negotiate transitions, I am negotiating a huge one myself. New work, new status, new life stage. The stage at which now I have to be fully responsible for myself, I have to learn about financial instruments and money and all that. When my future is not planned out for me anymore; and that I have to negotiate it myself. Honestly, I'm quite afraid. So many things to think about, so many things to consider.
And of course, the philosophical question:
What happens to a man who lives for his dream at the very moment that he fulfills it?
What now, shall he live for?
And so, there's no time to linger, no time to loiter, no time to stop and stare on the journey of life. Work beckons. I'm not sure how I ought to feel. Some people are excited to start work, others are nervous, some others just feel utter dread. The common thread of all this is that: those who I know have already started work are barely online on MSN now. Maybe I should take that as a hint with regards to tiredness and time.
I heard ah dee got 32 cases on her 2nd day of work. Wow. I know a typical social worker in an FSC takes about 40 cases at any one time; in essence that means we potentially have the power to influence 40 families for the better (if you are a systemic thinker). 40 families. What on earth qualifies me to do that? Just because I've got a university degree? It's a big thought, and I must build my dignity, warmth and acceptance capacities in order to work with these clients.
More than just the work itself, I know that in the process of helping clients negotiate transitions, I am negotiating a huge one myself. New work, new status, new life stage. The stage at which now I have to be fully responsible for myself, I have to learn about financial instruments and money and all that. When my future is not planned out for me anymore; and that I have to negotiate it myself. Honestly, I'm quite afraid. So many things to think about, so many things to consider.
And of course, the philosophical question:
What happens to a man who lives for his dream at the very moment that he fulfills it?
What now, shall he live for?
therefore, we need to live for what is eternal... -ky