First patient treated in Geron stem cell trial
WASHINGTON (Reuters) – U.S. doctors have begun treating the first patient to receive human embryonic stem cells, but details of the landmark clinical trial are being kept confidential, Geron Corp said on Monday.
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I’ve got an interesting job hunting situation and I need some advice:
I graduated in May with a bachelor’s degree in Social Work. My senior year, I interned at a rehab facility for teens because I was interested in social work and substance abuse. My time there disappointed me and I wasn’t a great fit for the place, so I wasn’t hired on after graduation. I’ve been looking for a job since May, but haven’t found anything in my field. In August I took a temp to hire overnight job with Walmart. Obviously I’m not happy there since I am over qualified and the pay is nowhere near what I would make using my degree.
Honestly, I’ve been a bit lazy and negative while job hunting and at this point I am totally lost.
I like Social Work, but I’m not sure it’s the best path for me since I’m terribly introverted. I picked the field because I am a bleeding heart idealist, but those things don’t translate to a job as a Social Worker in the real world. If I could go back I would have studied Computer Science or Accounting as a better fit to my personality, but I can’t go back to school at this time.
I don’t have very much experience in the field or anything else for that matter: 2 years part time in a college library, 3 months at McDonalds one summer, 3 months as a missionary in Thailand, 3 months as a hostess/cashier at a Steakhouse, 1 month as a cashier at a buffet, 3 months as a pizza server, the internship for a year part time, a 6 month attempt at running a cleaning service with my husband, and the Walmart job since August (3 months so far). I didn’t work except for during the summers (all those 3 month periods) in college (big mistake). Currenly I only put the internship and the cleaning service on my “social work resume” and add the library job for my basic resume. I’m not sure if I should add any of the others. I think not since it looks choppy and the jobs were unprofessional.
I also have had a hard time networking because my husband and current coworkers are the only people I know in my town. I moved from a small town 2 years ago, but being introverted has made it hard to make new connections.
My references are also weak. I thought a few of my professors would be decent references, but I did not ask them before I started using them as references and am not sure that was a great idea after one would not return my phone calls. I haven’t been that big of a standout since high school or at any of my other jobs, so I doubt many of the former employers would be that great either.
Also I don’t drive, so DFCS or other jobs that require travel are out of the question.
I’m a brilliant person, It’s just not immedietly visible and I wish I could be given a chance without having to drasicallly change who I am.
So that’s my situation, here are my questions:
Should I add/remove any jobs to either my “social work resume” or my basic resume? Does working at Walmart with my degree make me look like a loser to future employers?
How do I make decent connections after graduation in a new city?
I’ve thought about working with a temp agency- has anyone had experience with them?
With the application process being primarily internet based how do less qualified canidates get noticed?
I’m in desperate need of focus (if it’s that’s not already obvious.)
Any other advice or observations are welcome. Thank you!
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We weren’t aware of Holly’s entrance until we heard the familiar sound of high heels scraping the wooden ground. Every time. Mike and I looked up, amused, to see Holly regaining her footing before storming over to our table.
“Don’t say anything” she challenged, glaring at us before looking down at the menu. Mike and I held back our laughter as Holly skimmed through the menu. She always had the same thing, I have no idea why she even bothered looking.
“So how was last night?” Mike asked me, changing the subject completely.
“Oh god” I complained, resting my head in my hands, “it went terribly”
“How?” Holly asked, concerned.
“I think the police were there somewhere” I confessed. I hadn’t mentioned anything to Will yet. Mostly because he would tell me I was over-reacting. “And Will made the biggest deal yet… What if the police were there? What if Will goes to jail?”
“Oh come on Michelle” Holly replied, rolling her eyes. “Will hasn’t been caught yet, why would he now?”
“I don’t know. But I’m worried”
“You worry about everything” Holly replied before setting the menu down. She was right.
A waiter walked over and smiled politely at us.
“Are you ready to order?” he asked us. Holly looked him up and down, grinning.
“I sure am” she replied as she winked at the waiter.
Mike and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, we both fell into a fit of laughter as we watched the waiter’s uncomfortable expression. Holly wasn’t happy.
“The garden salad” she spat as she glared at us. The waiter jotted it down quickly, obviously wanting to leave quickly.
“I’ll have the vegetarian lasagne” I added between giggles.
“The pumpkin soup” Mike added after me before laughing again. The waiter left and hurried back to the kitchen without a backwards glance.
“Nice work Holly” Mike said, his face straining to keep straight.
“Yeah, if only I could pick up like you…” I added, grinning. Mike and I stopped when we saw the look Holly was giving us. If looks could kill…
“Anyway” Holly started, between her teeth, “Leisa’s dead, huh?”
“I still can’t believe it” Mike exclaimed, his brown eyes staring off to something that wasn’t there.
“I can” I replied sombrely. Leisa was a drug addict, like most the people I know. She was in and out of rehab when she could afford it so when I heard she had overdosed on heroin the other day it didn’t really come as a shock.
“But her funeral’s in a couple of hours,” Holly started, “that’s all too real”
“I know what you mean” I agreed.
We sat in silence, thinking about Leisa and how it could happen to anyone until our food came.
“Promise me you two won’t do that to me” Mike announced, breaking the silence. His eyes were on his soup as he twirled his spoon through it.
“Do what?” Holly asked, shoving a piece of lettuce into her mouth.
“Overdose” He replied before finally starting on his meal.
“Promise” I replied, “I couldn’t live with myself if I let you guys do that”
“But it wouldn’t be your fault” Holly said, confused.
“Who would you have gotten the drugs from?” I reminded them. Mike shook his head.
“Will. Not you. Don’t worry”
“I can’t” I mumbled, taking a forkful of lasagne and shoving it into my mouth. I always worried. What if the drugs that I helped sell ended up in a dead person’s veins? It definitely would be my fault. I could have stopped it!
We were silent again as we finished our meals. None of us wanted to leave the café and make our way to the church. While Leisa wasn’t a close friend, it really hit home.
Can you just tell me what you think. It’s centred around Michelle and is ultimately a love story between her and a police officer.
Whoops. Just realised the title of the question should say ‘Incomplete’ not ‘Uncompleted’. Stupid me.
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We weren’t aware of Holly’s entrance until we heard the familiar sound of high heels scraping the wooden floorboards. Every time. Mike and I looked up, amused, to see Holly regaining her footing before storming over to our table.
“Don’t say anything” she challenged, glaring at us before looking down at the menu. Mike and I held back our laughter as Holly skimmed through the menu. She always had the same thing, I have no idea why she even bothered looking.
“So how was last night?” Mike asked me, changing the subject completely.
“Oh god” I complained, resting my head in my hands, “it went terribly”
“How?” Holly asked, concerned.
“I think the police were there somewhere” I confessed. I hadn’t mentioned anything to Will yet. Mostly because he would tell me I was over-reacting. “And Will made the biggest deal yet… What if the police were there? What if Will goes to jail?”
“Oh come on Michelle” Holly replied, rolling her eyes. “Will hasn’t been caught yet, why would he now?”
“I don’t know. But I’m worried”
“You worry about everything” Holly replied before setting the menu down. She was right.
A waiter walked over and smiled politely at us.
“Are you ready to order?” he asked us. Holly looked him up and down, grinning.
“I sure am” she replied as she winked at the waiter.
Mike and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, we both fell into a fit of laughter as we watched the waiter’s uncomfortable expression. Holly wasn’t happy.
“The garden salad” she spat as she glared at us. The waiter jotted it down quickly, obviously wanting to leave quickly.
“I’ll have the vegetarian lasagne” I added between giggles.
“The pumpkin soup” Mike added after me before laughing again. The waiter left and hurried back to the kitchen without a backwards glance.
“Nice work Holly” Mike said, his face straining to keep straight.
“Yeah, if only I could pick up like you…” I added, grinning. Mike and I stopped when we saw the look Holly was giving us. If looks could kill…
“Anyway” Holly started, between her teeth, “Leisa’s dead, huh?”
“I still can’t believe it” Mike exclaimed, his brown eyes staring off to something that wasn’t there.
“I can” I replied sombrely. Leisa was a drug addict, like most the people I know. She was in and out of rehab when she could afford it so when I heard she had overdosed on heroin the other day it didn’t really come as a shock.
“But her funeral’s in a couple of hours,” Holly started, “that’s all too real”
“I know what you mean” I agreed.
We sat in silence, thinking about Leisa and how it could happen to anyone until our food came.
“Promise me you two won’t do that to me” Mike announced, breaking the silence. His eyes were on his soup as he twirled his spoon through it.
“Do what?” Holly asked, shoving a piece of lettuce into her mouth.
“Overdose” He replied before finally starting on his meal.
“Promise” I replied, “I couldn’t live with myself if I let you guys do that”
“But it wouldn’t be your fault” Holly said, confused.
“Who would you have gotten the drugs from?” I reminded them. Mike shook his head.
“Will. Not you. Don’t worry”
“I can’t” I mumbled, taking a forkful of lasagne and shoving it into my mouth. I always worried. What if the drugs that I helped sell ended up in a dead person’s veins? It definitely would be my fault. I could have stopped it!
We were silent again as we finished our meals. None of us wanted to leave the café and make our way to the church. While Leisa wasn’t a close friend, it really hit home. If it could happen to her, it could happen to any of us.
We had procrastinated leaving too long so we all forced ourselves up. We paid the bill and left silently, swimming in our own thoughts.
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I’m 17 and feeling pretty low right about now. Actually I’ve been in a bout of depression for the past 7-8 months and I’m sort of lost. I’ve realized I’m pretty young and I’ve got quite a ways to go in life, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I know in the back of my mind that I still have a chance at a decent happy life, but I can’t bring myself to actually making things happen. I don’t want to live this way anymore, but I can’t seem to stop. If you’ve had experience with addiction and living a shitty life please drop some knowledge and lend me a hand. I need someone who really knows what they’re talking about, someone who has taken that first step out and has been where I am.
I’m a sleeping pill junkie, and that’s one of my biggest problems. I think my mom gave them to me when I was 12 to help me sleep and I’ve been addicted ever since. It’s gotten to the point where I could take 12 maximum strength pills a night and not even fall asleep. I’ll just stay up and listen to music while I enjoy the high. I’ve quit before, but I just end up relapsing. I know I’m capable of quiting again, it’s just so hard. Especially because I want this time to be my last.
I use to smoke 2 packs of cigarettes a day from 15-17 (I’m about to be 18). I’ve quit and haven’t smoked in about 9 months.
Another addiction I have, which might not sound like one, is being a recluse. I was locked up when I was 14 for practically dropping out of school and I lost a lot of friends. I ended up switching to a charter school wich is 2 days a week for a short time and I ended up staying at home with no where to go. I eventually started skipping school because I got pale and I didn’t want people to look at me weird. Now it’s to the point where I haven’t really left my room for about 6th months.
I’m really living on the shit side of life right now and want out. I know I’m never going to be 100% like everyone else, but I want somewhat of a normal life or to be able to say I lived life to the fullest. There’s days where I’m ready to go out and do something about it, but end up getting discouraged because I don’t really know what to do and I slip back into this reclusive state with sleeping pills.
I want to say that it’s not that bad, but of course I’m going to say that because it’s an addiction…
I want to be able to put my life behind me once and for all. If there’s anyone who can help me or give advice, please do so.
I’m about to be out of school by the way.. Going for my GED because of my life style right now pretty much.. I just don’t know where I’m going after. I’ve put some thought into the military, but the more I think about it I don’t know if it’s such a good idea. I was kind of using it as an escape or a place I could turn too, but I know they would tear me up in there. I have major self-esteem issues.
I don’t know..
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