Maybe I'll move to Austraila
Can I just say running a fuel and electric assistance program in New Hampshire in the middle of the winter when you are the ONLY one who happens to do this job for the county can be REALLY FUCKING STRESSFUL??? Good, and thank-you. Christ on a Cracker, today sucked. It started out with my super-visor giving me a "talking to" because HER supervisor in the big office is freaking out because I can't do EVERYTHING that they need me to do when they need it... becuase (as I mentioned before) I'm the only fucking person doing my job.
Right now I work 40 plus hours a week. I take one hour lunch break (unless it's like today where I only take 15 minutes.) and besides that I work my hot little ass off for not very much money. ANYWAY, I'm a very efficiant, organized hard worker who has bent over backwards like, a trillion times (which is a lot of back walk overs!) to do a good job. But, it's still not enough. Do you know why? Because I have well over 500 clients all to myself, who I have to review, stay on top of to get all their documentation to me, compile their apps, get themcopied and sent to the main office, Then wait for them to tell me what else they need. About a 3-4 week process- it's a lot harder than it sounds. I schedule about 14 apts a day, plus double book and take in emergencies. Just my appointments alone take up at least 6 hours a day... If I'm lucky I get two hours (between phone calls and what not) to try to tend to all their requests. That's NOT a lot of time. SO- the only conclusion I've come to that MIGHT please them is to work 50 hour work weeks. This basicly means I don't get to see Stella, except to put her to bed and every other weekends when she's here.
To top it off, I had a discruntled and disallusioned man come in, pissed of because I want him to get documentation to me so I can process his application but he doesn't want to get it to me. He got himself so worked up (before he even came in) that he was shaking and throwing papers etc... I was truely afraid that he was going to hurt me. I'm scared of this man. This is the second time in a week he's come in angry and I've also had one nasty phone call from him after his last visit. I don't like feeling unsafe and threated at work. This is really too much for me.
Sigh.... Thank you for letting me get that out. Now I need to go roll out the dough for the quiche and prepare the lentil salad for the dinner I'm making for my parents tomorrow. All I really want to do is curl up on the floor and cry... or smoke a thousand joints or get laid or something.
I'm sorry if there are a trillion typos- i just don't have the energy, yo.
Fuck it.