And a sort of "Duh" type "training" about "don't have sex with clients" and "you'll get fired if you make any controlled med mistakes", blah blah, crap. I barely refrained from periodically laughing, yawning and rolling my eyes.
But as I was proceeding through the whole thing, I started feeling panicky and sick to my stomach. Gah. I really don't want to be in this field. But one must make money. And I only have the mental health field on my resume. Where's my sugar daddy?!?! Waaaahhhhh!!!
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