480 hours of internship completed. Graduation regalia in hand. Master’s level licensure exam passed. I am an LMSW without the license or the diploma. Sigh… limbo is the strangest place to be, isn’t it?
I’ve been applying for a multitude of jobs and landing a multitude of interviews, none of which have resulted in a job offer as of yet. I suppose I am better on paper than I am in person. Eh, whatever! It’s their loss…
I recently applied for a hospice social work position, which begs the question: do I really want to watch people die, and to assist in the grieving process for the duration of the illness and its aftermath?
Do I, really?
No doubt it is fulfilling work. And no doubt we all experience death firsthand, secondhand, thirdhand, etc.. throughout life, but man…it is work that is beggin’ for burnout among its workforce.
Limbo could perhaps be used as a time for productivity; however, if one is not so inclined toward the realm of boundless energy and checklists, to be productive is perhaps more of a notion than a reality of the day-to-day during the limboesque period. I, indeed, am NOT a self-proclaimed productive human.
What, then, shall I do with my time?
A Little MS with a Little MSW 
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