Money? Not really. Well, ok, I can make double what I do now, but its not primary motivator. Ok, I admit it, its almost primary.
Like today, I had 1-on-1 appointments with veterans to show them how to search for jobs, to help them apply for jobs, to advocate with employers on their behalf ("Hey, I met you at the BRG meeting last month, how's business?.... good...... etc...... by the way, I'm sending Joe over to apply for the foreman job, he has tons of experience, and is a real people person, and he's a veteran so you know he will be a good employee....." You know how it goes, job development is job development.
But my veterans today just caused my clinical depression to fire on all cylinders. Both were female. Both of marginally homeless. One has a 7 month old baby, and neither has two quarters to rub together. I'm like crying inside the whole time. So I find them both a dozen jobs to apply for, each, and make some calls, And even try to get one hired in the office as a contractual (term employment, but decent money). And once a week, I will make contact, and provide more leads, until they get jobs.
But I can't fix the other problems. The one is a combat veteran, she killed insurgents in Afghanistan. She got bounced out of a truck moving at a high rate of speed because it had been fired upon, and spent 20 minutes beside the road in a ditch until they realized she was gone, and came back. Just dumb luck the insurgents didn't get her. But she got a traumatic brain injury out of it, and two more during the tour, and it hospitalized her with PTSD bad enough it included clinical psychosis and high risk of suicide.
And this is just a alarmingly high trend these days, young women coming back from Iraq and Afhanistan, after having seen and heard, and done, and felt stuff that would crack most men like eggs, and they are walking basketcases. You look at them and they look fine. When lucid they seem almost ok, but if you listen, you hear the pain and the confusion and the fear they aren't worth anything.
And I just don't want to hurt like I do right now, over top the medication, and maybe I'm not the right person to do this job. Because just thinking about it brings me to tears.
So yes, money is the prime motivator, I need a higher paying job.