And we don't care about the old folks...talkin' bout the old style too
A few weeks ago I wrote a letter of amends to a woman I worked for right before I went into rehab. She fired me for smelling like alcohol on the job. My job was to take care of the elderly and invalid in their homes, so you can imagine that my smelling like cheap-ass, sour wine didn't go over well with the hobbly old folks.
When she fired me, my boss told me that (except for the whole drinking on the job thing) I was the best employee she'd ever had and if I ever decided to go into recovery, to please contact her. So, I did and then I did. When she called me back after having received my letter, her voice was thick on my voicemail. She said she'd thought of me often in the intervening time and had hoped I was well. She also said she'd hire me back 'in a heartbeat.' Can you believe that? It's been two and a half years.
We met up at a cafe downtown and we were both just as pleased as punch to talk again. It was so surreal, so inexplicable. Why should I be afforded such an opportunity? I have decided just to DO and save the angsty contemplation for group and of course livejournal.
Tomorrow I go up to her house and sign papers and get a route. An old folks route. These elderly people will be letting me into their homes. I don't have anything dastardly planned, I'm just sayin'. Two years ago my parents didn't even let me into their house.
When she fired me, my boss told me that (except for the whole drinking on the job thing) I was the best employee she'd ever had and if I ever decided to go into recovery, to please contact her. So, I did and then I did. When she called me back after having received my letter, her voice was thick on my voicemail. She said she'd thought of me often in the intervening time and had hoped I was well. She also said she'd hire me back 'in a heartbeat.' Can you believe that? It's been two and a half years.
We met up at a cafe downtown and we were both just as pleased as punch to talk again. It was so surreal, so inexplicable. Why should I be afforded such an opportunity? I have decided just to DO and save the angsty contemplation for group and of course livejournal.
Tomorrow I go up to her house and sign papers and get a route. An old folks route. These elderly people will be letting me into their homes. I don't have anything dastardly planned, I'm just sayin'. Two years ago my parents didn't even let me into their house.