I interrupt the usual topic here—editing—to bring you this good news: Despite this horrid economy, my 26-year-old daughter, Rebecca (aka Becky), who earned her master's degree in social work 2 years ago, was just this morning hired for her first professional job as a mental-health counselor.
I told her that in calling me to inform me, she'd just performed her first act as a professional: She'd provided information that helped lift someone's gloom (mine). What's supremely ironic is that news stories are reporting that the U.S. unemployment rate has risen to 10.2%, the highest it has been since Becky was born in 1983.
She got this job despite having had to slow her job search because she has a small child (my delightful 2-year-old granddaughter, who was born right about the time Becky finished the requirements for her master's degree) and despite the fact that she and her husband haven't been able to afford to have Internet access at home. That has meant that potential employers couldn't reach her in a timely fashion by e-mail, which many prefer to use rather than the phone, and that she could only occasionally get to the public library to complete online job applications, which is how most potential employers now prefer to deal with job applicants.
I am so proud of her persistence. That kid—er ... um ... mental-health professional—has guts and a good heart. She'll be working for an organization that "provides housing and support services to some of Long Island's neediest people: families and individuals who are homeless, working their way out of crisis, or faced with debilitating medical conditions or mental illness." This is exactly the kind of work she wanted. She did an internship with a social worker employed by a public school and didn't find the work there stimulating enough.
You rock, Becky!
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