Deja vu about being the BESTEST clinician in the World!
For the past two days, I have been at a training: Positive Behavior Supports for Individuals with Brain Injury and Co-Existing Disabilities. Not a bad training, all in all, because the guy who presented said fuck and shit a lot! Two of my favorite words, he had no problem holding my attention. When he realized that he might be cussing too much he would whisper “fuck” in an attempt to make it less severe. He, however, was wearing a mic and it didn’t help much. It rather reminds me of my Grandma who will spell the word instead of say it–S…H…I…T! He also looked exactly like Dr. Drew! I wanted to ask him why he says he’s from New York when he clearly is from Pasadena!
While there, I had this odd deja vu about something he was saying. Maybe it wasn’t a deja vu, but I remember after this moment that I made a comment and someone offered me a job and I became the best clinician in the world. Um…that didn’t happen. I did know a whole bunch of people there and was actually asked if I would be interested in a position at another place. I didn’t ask specifics, read: salary, but I said that I am not looking for a new job at the moment. Funny though, I was actually editing my resume during the boring parts of the presentation.
I did realize that I don’t remember anything about neuropsychology. Nothing! Ventro medial pre-frontal cortex. AHHH! Is that the place in my brain that stops me from saying “Holy Shit” in front of the Pope? I don’t know! So I need to go home and get out my text from Brain and Pathology that I really didn’t pay attention in and maybe pay attentnion this time as I read it.
Back to fuck and shit. Ok, so on the second day, April 1, the rather large group decided that after the first break we were all going to get up and walk out after he dropped the first f-bomb. It was rather funny. He did it and everyone got up and started walking out of the room. He sort of stopped and said “Where the fuck is everyone going?” APRIL FOOLS! Ok, so not the best joke in the world, but you really can’t do anything too amazing at a conference. I mean, a room full of people who are taking themselves too seriously in a pretty informal setting–the standard color of almost every conference centered around a social work-ish topic.
