and st catharines makes three
2007-03-27 | 9:18 p.m.

When I first started looking for a place to do an internship (okay, when the clinical coordinator started looking for me), I was told that it was almost a sure thing that St. Joseph's hospital in Hamilton was going to take me.

Then they said they could only take one student, and since one of my classmates looking in the same area needed the aphasia hours, she got it.

So we looked around some more. Eventually, Guelph said that they could take me.

Then they said, whoops, no, we're reorganizing, so we can't take a student after all.

By this time, it was getting pretty late. But, joy of joys, they managed to find me something in St Catharines. This one was looking good. We spent weeks getting the paperwork and prep set up. I found a room to rent. Everything was looking beautiful.

Then my clinical coordinator asked them for the names of the two people they'd said were going to supervise me. At which point, the administrators realized, whoops, one of those people no longer works at the hospital. Her replacement is a recent grad who isn't eligible legally to supervise a student.

They're going to try to accomodate me. One of my potential supervisors is still there. She may be mentoring the newbie, though. I don't know.

I may get stuck in pediatrics. And that, to be honest, was my greatest fear. I wanted to work with adult neurogenics. Any kind of adult neurogenics. Stroke. TBI. Swallowing. Voice. Degenerative disease.

I don't know what I'll get if I end up shuffled to pediatrics. But I have this dread that it'll be something completely outside my areas of interest, like aural rehab, or autism.

That's assuming they can find a place for me at all. If they can't, I don't know what I'm going to do.

One, two, three hospitals have agreed to take me and then backed out. And now I have one month left before my internship is supposed to start, and I don't have anywhere to go.

I know that I said I was due for a little bit of bad luck, after how easy it was for me last year, but this is fucking ridiculous.

Meanwhile, there is not one job for a speech-language pathologist with adults listed anywhere in the city of Montreal. And all of the people who expressed an interest in taking over my apartment have changed their minds, if they showed up to look at it at all. Oh, and that so-called friend who blew me off so many times has had the gall to invite me to his birthday party. (Yes, I do consider that just one more piss-off.)

It's only Tuesday, and already this is shaping up to be the worst week I've had in a very long time.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

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