um... finished the story that ate my will to live. Anyone interested in reading can email me for a copy. Just don't plagarise it. Pretty please.
In other news...
today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather. (Bill Hicks RIP)
In other news...
today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather. (Bill Hicks RIP)
1. yes, the job isn't for most people. Working with people takes a lot of patience, and disabled folk take just a little bit more. HOWEVER:
2. They are people first, and disabled second. So I try my hardest to treat them as I would everyone else. I think that's something most everyone's capable of. If you're naturally a dick, then don't change just because they have a disability. Just be willing to get an ass kicking.
3. Rewarding? Frankly, it's an easy job. The pay's low, but all I do for the most part is drive people from place to place and occasionally have talks with the guys where I try to show them why what they're doing looks really weird.