Reasons I love my job #378125674
When you're forced to get up at the asscrack of dawn for your job, you can't help hoping that you're actually going to do something useful. Today? Not so much.
FIRST CLIENT OF THE DAY: Sorry, another carer's already been. Cheers anyway, though.
SECOND CLIENT OF THE DAY: *halfway to spitting* My wife has dementia. We only have the one carer in, and if you're not Jesse than you're going to make her upset. I've told your office this a dozen times already-- No, no, listen. I'm not letting you in to sign the book, just get lost.
THIRD CLIENT OF THE DAY: Oh luvvie, another carer's already been. But thanks for checking up on me!
Wash, rinse, repeat. I tell you, some days I could scream.
FIRST CLIENT OF THE DAY: Sorry, another carer's already been. Cheers anyway, though.
SECOND CLIENT OF THE DAY: *halfway to spitting* My wife has dementia. We only have the one carer in, and if you're not Jesse than you're going to make her upset. I've told your office this a dozen times already-- No, no, listen. I'm not letting you in to sign the book, just get lost.
THIRD CLIENT OF THE DAY: Oh luvvie, another carer's already been. But thanks for checking up on me!
Wash, rinse, repeat. I tell you, some days I could scream.