She found a good job! (She found a good job!)||||From the author: About a psychologist. My working day started well. The man-controller in the tram checked the fare and said to each passenger: - Happy trip! - Huh?... What?... What's wrong? ..., - asked the terrified passengers, not used to such tram courtesy. The controller repeated his wishes, and the passengers smiled and thanked him. On the approach to the hospital, an unfamiliar man, who was walking towards me, greeted me and said: - Good luck to you! And you can buy everything else for money. It was noticeable that the man had a fun night. But it was still nice to hear such a wish. In the morning, Maria, an elderly woman, entered the hospice. Her son accompanied her. He explained to the doctor for a long time that his mother does not tolerate any noise and conversations "out of order". And the doctor explained to him that, unfortunately, there are no single wards in the hospice, and that mom will probably be able to adapt to the conditions in the hospital. The woman settled in the ward. I had a conversation with her, provided psychological support. She even started to smile. Then we talked with her roommate. They talked very quietly so as not to disturb Maria - and I was almost lying on the bed next to the patient. Soon, medical students entered the ward to put Maria on a drip. I had to leave, because there is not much room in the ward. I didn't have time to close the door behind me, when Maria very sternly and displeasedly began to ask the students: - What, the psychologist doesn't have a job? She sat and talked here in the ward for almost an hour! For a moment there was silence in the air, and then everyone laughed. Only Maria did not laugh. - So this is the work of a psychologist - to talk with patients, to advise them, - the students began to explain to Maria. - She found a good job! :)That's when I had the desire to write about various such interesting moments that happen at work, as well as on the way to it and on the way home from it. And then we also talked with Maria. They sat down on interconnected chairs at the entrance to the hospice hospital, and ...... I enter the ward to see a new patient - Galina. I immediately notice that she does not want to talk to a psychologist. Contact as needed. The patient is taciturn, tense. Questions are answered in one syllable - "yes", "no". Thinking in slow motion. Background mood is lowered, anxious, depressed. When a doctor visits her, the picture repeats itself. Half an hour later, I look into the ward again. Seeing me at the door, Galina herself calls me. And what is happening? The patient is communicative, friendly, polite. The contact is complete, reliable. Thinking at a normal pace. Background mood is even, emotionally stable. And only half an hour has passed. A man stubbornly does not want to be placed in any kind of framework ... In the men's ward, we talk with Michael about spiritual topics. - We, Orthodox, consider you, Catholics, to be heretics!, - he tells me. - And we, Catholics, we believe that you Orthodox are our brothers and sisters in Christ, - I answer. - Which of us do you think is on the right path? - And you have no humility! - laughs Mikhail. - How is that, no?! - I am "indignant". - We have humility, but what more! And here I myself feel ridiculous from my words. Let's laugh together ... Driving home in the tram, I notice at the stop a young pretty woman with a badge on which something is written in pink letters. - Is this how the controllers began to disguise themselves? - I think. A woman enters the carriage. I read the inscription on the badge. "I want to get married!" - written on it :) Probably, the person visited a psychologist. Or maybe he is one himself...To be continued.***My working day started well. The man-controller in the tram checked the fare and said to each passenger: - Have a good trip! - Huh? ... What? ... What's wrong? ..., - asked the frightened passengers, who were not used to such tram politeness. The controller repeated his wishes, and the passengers smiled and.