perfect life

so, i have been thinking about branching out into counselling. thinking about doing one year post grad, getting work to pay for it, at Latrobe, one day a week, get a diploma, might do a slight sidestep at work. only problem is that my contract finished at the end of this financial year, and while it's 99.99% certain i'll be staying at my company, the training department won't be able to pay for a year's tuition because of that .01% chance that i'll leave at the end of the contract, which would be halfway through the diploma.

what a pointless explanation. my point was this; i instead enrolled to do Lifeline's telephone counselling course. work is still paying, but it takes 4 months (i think). so it will fit in before July 1st 2009.

so - i rang Lifeline 50 times, left a bagillion messages, applied online numerous times (this was all 5 months ago) and heard diddly squat back from them. screw you.

then last week when i was off work sick i suddenly received a telephone call... congratulations! you have made it through to the next selection round! please come Wednesday morning... blahblahblah.

and then the lady said something really weird. she asked me if i have any problems disclosing information.

Me: uhm... no
Lady: ok, because the course can get quite full on
Me: (suddenly clicking that she meant disclosing personal experiences) oh, yeah, nah, i have no problem
Lady: but, i do have to really warn you, the course is extremely full on
Me: oh yeah, i know other worker's who have done it, they've already told me all the horror stories, i'm still up for it! (laughing)
Lady: so you're sure you're ok to speak and disclose? like, really, disclose everything?
Me: Yes. Yes. I'm sure

i called my friend J. from work (who has done the course) and told her that the lady is trying to weed out people with current personal issues. J. said that they get you to talk about personal stuff in mock counselling sessions with one another.

cool.

so i began thinking about what i would say.

and i came up with...

...nothing

...nada

...jackshit.