This new challenge

One of the recurring themes in my life that I have recorded in this blog is how I am ever re-inventing my relationship with society in terms of employment. Readers have followed my movements from banking to barkeeping. It can now be discussed that, I just finished up a month's worth of training to emerge with a Nurse's Assistant Certification, just barely. My Supervisor was forthright to the point of bluntness (and all the nurses I've met speak as plainly) in her final evaluation when she told me that nursing home care is a career for which I am simply not suited. I lack the strength and stamina to care for eight to ten residents at a time. And, between my advanced age and lack of experience in related fields she advised me that it would be unlikely I could use the training as an entry to a more advanced position in, say, medical imaging-as I would be competing for those slots against youngsters with letters in the biological sciences. She was highly amused after I admitted that my degree is in painting, then started probing into my motivations. Dag. I'm feeling kinda rejected. And my back hurts a bit from heaving that dear biddy around repeatedly on my own decaying muscles. But wait! There's Home Care! And they need a CNA at the methadone clinic! Or something....the next chapter waits to be written.