How Not to Start a Private Practice

I tried, I tried, I tried. Please don’t say that I didn’t at least try. But maybe I was just too lazy or too proud to really get at it.

I hated waiting. And I hated haggling. And I hated asking for payment.

Does it all really just come down to it? A measly 250 bucks for a 15-minute consult. I couldn’t extend it further. And I couldn’t do more. I couldn’t do “sales talk”.

Now I’m in a contractual position in a public health job that is slowly draining my brain and turning me into a moron.

This is my fault for expecting the moon as a reward for all that training. There is really no pot of gold at the end of the freakin rainbow. There is  no rainbow to begin with. It’s all just one fucked up crap after another.

Shit! I hate my life. I never thought I’d say this again after the end of 2007  but here it is again. Shit!

To Be or Not to Be (an OFW)

Just went to a job interview and got a job offer to work in middle east.

Then started googling about how it is working in middle east especially the country where I was accepted to work in health care sector.

Of course responses were divided, others finding it hard, others just ok. Boils down to, if salary is worth it then go. But then there’s the placement fee to consider. Worth 1 month of salary which I don’t have right now.

Kinda ironic, one paying so that one can work to earn more money than what one is earning now. Think of it as investment. Living is all about investing anyway, in one way or another.

Still, dilemma. Another text came from placement agency for job interview now in Singapore. Closer to my country but (according to the internet forums) atrocious working conditions. But then working conditions where I am now is not excellent either. Choices, choices.

I started praying. For guidance, I think.  Didn’t finish it though. Maybe disconnected from God.