Been working for the State of NC for 28+ years at this point.
Began this career as a health care technician in a State mental hospital. Fun times. Worked there for 3 years.
Transferred to a vocational rehabilitation facility (same town, same zip code where I have lived all my life, so far) began driving a truck, delivering goods produced at the facility by folks with documented disabilities. Moved up to an instructor position in early 1987 and supervised clients/consumers, in a work area, producing shipment goods for the local funiture industry. Ever hear of Henredon Furniture or Drexel-Heritage Furniture? Built and originated here in my hometown. Lots of 100 foot long conference tables sent to the Saudi Arabian king's facilities back in the day. Well, I think some of it still exists, but it comes from China now.
Now, since late 2005, I have been a supervisor over a couple of instructors, working in the same facility, trying to find contract work where we take these folks out into the community and work alongside other "normal" folks (is there such a thing as "normal?").
My 30 years will be in in December of 2011. Get out, get gone, though it's been rewarding work, it is NOT my life.
Then I get to supplement my full retirement in whatever way I choose, hopefully with something related to music. Whether it be promo work, continuing to produce the bluegrass fest in town, playing gigs, hanging with my wifey (she retires at the end of the 2013 school year), sleeping in, watercolor painting, etc., etc.
Vocational rehabilitation is my job. My life begins at quitting time (for the job) everyday.
