Friday, May 13, 2011
You're A WHAT?!?
Sit down, everybody, and try not to react out loud. Any outbursts and I'll have to clear the room.
I got a job. A part-time job. And I know it's not the kind of job you expected, because it most definitely is not the kind of job that I expected.
I was hired to be a Hospice Chaplain.
I know. It scares me, too. One of the worst things about the job (aside from the computer system) is the title. I will be working with people of different faiths, and some who are not “churched” at all. I asked them if I could be called something like Truth Seeker, or Fellow Travelor, but no dice. Insurance codes, you know. Turns out that I am a “chaplain” because of my degree. Without it, I would be a “spiritual advisor.” Those seem to be the two options that are available – what do you think? If you are not Christian, which is less offensive? If you ARE, which would you prefer?
Anyone who knows all about the history of my relationship with religion[s] and spirituality would realize -- oh, wait, there isn't anyone who knows all about that. But the thing is, I have the credentials (M.A. pastoral ministry), I used to love this kind of work (which I cannot say about the law), and it was offered to me after I planted my intention with the Universe (by whatever name you know it) to do something useful so it seemed like it would be ungrateful to turn it down.
After my first week I can tell you this: The one patient I have been assigned so far is a joy and an inspiration. But the medical charting system, the details of the paperwork, and the calendar full of programs and training sessions that fall within my department are daunting. I am exhausted. Seriously.
Welcome back to the world of work. Wish me well. Advice is welcome.