If I tell you, I'd have to kill you.

That's a plagerized line from a movie (several movies, actually) but it pretty much covers everything I do. My job is one of the most intense, all-consuming things I have ever done in my life. And confidentiality is a huge issue. The first day on the job, I had to have a one-on-one training with a supervisor, which, in a nutshell, said "say nothing, anywhere, at any time, to anybody, about anything." There was a situation once where a teacher was at an outdoor carnival talking to someone about the details of what one of her students was doing. Someone overheard her, recognized the student, reported it, and the teacher got into a heap-o-trouble. So I can't get on here and say, "Oh, my gosh! The most hilarious-or-outlandish -or-unbelievable-- you-fill-in-the-blank-- thing happened today!" Can't say it, not nobody, not no how. (That's another movie quote, in case you were wondering. I'm still allowed to quote movies).

The other thing is, holy cow, the documentation. I have to keep records and reports on EVERYTHING I do. No, I mean it. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. So by the time, I could sit down and blog, even if I were allowed to tell what happened, I've already written it down 4 times and I'm sick of writing it down. I CAN say (well, maybe I can't, but I going to, anyway) that my job is, as I told several people last week, an endless source of surprises. Every week, someone says "oh, did we tell you that you're supposed to be doing________". Fill in the blank, generally with something very difficult or highly time consuming.

And yet. I still have that sense that this is no accident, no "lucky" break, no random fluke. It's "for such a time as this" that I'm here. And even in the midst of moments of sheer terror, I remember that and am so grateful.