I'm a working woman now!

So I started working, finally. I work for a company that does Therapy, Intensive Behavioral Intervention, Case Management, and PSR or Psychosocial Rehabilitation, which is what I do. Basically, people who are mentally ill will come to us, get a complete psych-evaluation and once they are diagnosed, usually with one of the big 6 (bipolar I and II, schizoaffective, schizophrenic, major depressive disorder, borderline personality, and for all of those they can't figure out, delusional and psychotic disorder not otherwise specified). Once they have figured out what they have, they write up a treatment plan that goes to their therapist, developmental day treatment, and PSR. The therapist works on deep issues, the DDT works on their disorder development, and it's my job to help them become functional in society. So I go to their houses and discuss daily routines for cleaning house, cooking, hygiene, as well as help them learn their meds and help them keep taking them. I help them learn how to cope with their disorder, basically, I'm a glorified babysitter. But, I'm not complaining cuz, I get 14 an hour, so, it's not that difficult. I love working with people, I love the experience and exposure to mental health, but I have decided that I want to be the one diagnosing the disorder, not the one socially helping them back into society. So, I have to go back to school and get my master's, but, that was a goal for me anyway, this job just really helped me understand why one should get their master's. I have some really crazy stories to share, but, for the sake of privacy and the fact that I'm on a public website, I'll save those for phone conversations.
I'm doing okay here. It's really not somewhere I want to stay. But, working most of the time helps me pass the time here and hopefully by the end of the year we will have a better idea of where we're going in life.