Okay, I know it's been much more than a week since I promised to follow-up on "The Color of My Parachute," my earlier blog about having to see a vocational expert to determine if I'm employable. I haven't known what to write because the experience was just plain strange. The "expert" did a lot of thoughtful nodding, and several times said "interesting, interesting" as I told him I was in the process of becoming an energy medicine practitioner. I described the Healing Touch training I'd begun at Swedish Covenant Hospital and this seemed to stump him. After a short, oddly vague round of Q & A, he said 'Well, I don't know much about that field." At which point I was dying to ask how he came to be known as a job expert. I wondered if it was anything like becoming ordained through the internet. $29.99 for expertise in ten areas. $59.99 lets you claim to know everything! But I bit my tongue.
He also asked about my sleeping habits, what my kids' school schedules were, and whether I had trouble getting up in the morning. The fact that I'm in the process of a divorce and not taking antidepressants seemed noteworthy. He actually jotted something on his pad. I believe his next words were, "You certainly have a lot of energy." I wasn't sure if he was being literal, or attempting a joke about my new career.
We finished earlier than the allotted time, and he told me he'd be writing up a report. It's been a few months and I don't know if any report was ever submitted. Neither my lawyer nor I have ever seen one. I'll admit I'm a little disappointed. Now I'll never know what I'm worth!
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