Friday evening
So, I'm manning the crisis line this evening, as I do most Fridays. I don't mind it at all. In fact, I usually really like it. I enjoy making a difference in the lives of people, which is why I want to be a social worker, I guess.
Anyway, I got a call about thirty minutes ago from someone who wanted a street address for some kind of agency I've never heard of. Now, last time I checked, I was not the phone book, or an employee of directory assistance. I tried to tell her, as pleasantly as possible, that I did not have the information she was looking for, and that she would need to call the office Monday after nine. She just refused to get it. She kept insisting that I look up the address for her. I finally was able to get her to understand that I wasn't being unintentionally uncooperative. I simply did not have the information she wanted. I explained to her that she was calling a crisis line, and that street addresses didn't really fall into that category. She hung up, finally.
Sometimes, I get the strangest calls. I often think that people must be very bored, lonely, or both. Someone once called and asked me where they could get a bagged salad. Bear in mind that it was like 2 in the morning. I was not amused.
Today has been pretty uneventful. I'm scanning the Vicky Noble book on Shamanism and women that I got from the library. It's not the best scan in the world, mostly because it seems to have quite a few graphs and pictures in it. Still, the text appears ligible for the most part, which is all I care about. It may not be up to bookshare standards, but that's just too bad. I understand that bookshare wants things to be of good quality, but, honestly, I sometimes can't help but be pissed off by the harping of some of the "vollunteers" that think they are on staff. (Sigh) No offense intended to anyone who may read this. I guess I'm just cranky.
Caroline got the grooming of her lifetime this afternoon. I've never seen a dog get so psyched out about a brush and a shedding blade! She loves to be groomed, which is a definite switch from Rachel, who really dislikes it, and only danes to let me do it a couple of times a week, if I'm lucky.
Not too much longer before I head up north. I'm kind of excited, but also, a little afraid. This is the first time in a few years that I've been home without Susan being with me. I wonder what they'll have to say to me. They'll probably rant about my weight, telling me I look like a skeleton, and all that crap. They'll bitch about my clothing, and the way it fits. My Grandmother will nag me incessantly about what I eat and what I don't. (Sigh) That's just the stuff I can think of. Goddess knows what they'll come up with.
Anyway, I'm done ranting for now. Sorry this post was so pissy. I'll try to do a nicer one later.
Anyway, I got a call about thirty minutes ago from someone who wanted a street address for some kind of agency I've never heard of. Now, last time I checked, I was not the phone book, or an employee of directory assistance. I tried to tell her, as pleasantly as possible, that I did not have the information she was looking for, and that she would need to call the office Monday after nine. She just refused to get it. She kept insisting that I look up the address for her. I finally was able to get her to understand that I wasn't being unintentionally uncooperative. I simply did not have the information she wanted. I explained to her that she was calling a crisis line, and that street addresses didn't really fall into that category. She hung up, finally.
Sometimes, I get the strangest calls. I often think that people must be very bored, lonely, or both. Someone once called and asked me where they could get a bagged salad. Bear in mind that it was like 2 in the morning. I was not amused.
Today has been pretty uneventful. I'm scanning the Vicky Noble book on Shamanism and women that I got from the library. It's not the best scan in the world, mostly because it seems to have quite a few graphs and pictures in it. Still, the text appears ligible for the most part, which is all I care about. It may not be up to bookshare standards, but that's just too bad. I understand that bookshare wants things to be of good quality, but, honestly, I sometimes can't help but be pissed off by the harping of some of the "vollunteers" that think they are on staff. (Sigh) No offense intended to anyone who may read this. I guess I'm just cranky.
Caroline got the grooming of her lifetime this afternoon. I've never seen a dog get so psyched out about a brush and a shedding blade! She loves to be groomed, which is a definite switch from Rachel, who really dislikes it, and only danes to let me do it a couple of times a week, if I'm lucky.
Not too much longer before I head up north. I'm kind of excited, but also, a little afraid. This is the first time in a few years that I've been home without Susan being with me. I wonder what they'll have to say to me. They'll probably rant about my weight, telling me I look like a skeleton, and all that crap. They'll bitch about my clothing, and the way it fits. My Grandmother will nag me incessantly about what I eat and what I don't. (Sigh) That's just the stuff I can think of. Goddess knows what they'll come up with.
Anyway, I'm done ranting for now. Sorry this post was so pissy. I'll try to do a nicer one later.