I am looking for new employment. Joy. The writing on the wall regarding future funding for community based HIV prevention is now finally clear to me. I took a 20% pay cut with the rest of my co-workers in the name of teamwork and bowing to the reality that public funding is drying up across the land with unpopular disease prevention leading on the chopping block. All I can say is good luck to this bizarre theory that people at highest risk (i.e poor and abused people) will all shuffle into their doctor's office (ahah!) and request HIV testing and PrEP and therefore end the pandemic.
So, don't look all shocked five years from now when there are no needle exchanges, methadone clinics, condom buckets at your local bar, and every other person you know has Herpes/HIV/syphilis...I told you so and all that, lol.
In the last month I've put out 30+ applications/resumes we'll see what happens. Who am I to think I'm special and won't end up eating cat food like the rest of us though right?
Oh, yea. And I was greeted this morning at work with the news that one of our long-term survivor clients had her trachea and jugular ripped out by her boyfriend via fork to the neck. So, that was just icing on the turd cake I guess...go humanity!