I’m very careful about saying “never again” to something because I hate eating crow. But, I’ve had several experiences to which I have said “never a-fucking-gain.” If it merits an expletive, I’m willing to go out on that limb that I might be wrong.
Like I hated a year I was on contract with the Red Cross. But I’m not going to say that I’ll never do anything with them again because I might. They do good work.
Some things with clients. I can’t think of them right now, but I have painful memories of mistakes I’ve made, I think (hope) normal mistakes that are par for the new-counselor course. But never a-fucking-gain.
The last full year of my master’s degree – I spent the first six months working part time, taking a pay cut, doing my practicum (for free), taking a law class – I had a two month reprieve – then another four months working full-time, taking four classes, and constructing a thesis. I had something due every week and was tired for months afterward. Never a-fucking-gain.
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