random snippets from my week thus far
monday:
three clients are hovering around my office door. one is half an hour late for her office visit, and who is telling me she is in the process of dying. she is wrenching her shirt down to show me her flushed chest, without any prompting from me i might add. we are interrupted from a call from another client's state social worker, who remains on the phone with me and the client alternately, while i am shuffling her kid downstairs to the placement, who is waiting to transport. (btw, client and placement are not supposed to be able to see each other, since they rage at each other when they do) meanwhile, third client is hovering with her two kids under two years old, wanting to get my approval for her to not come to parenting class anymore. meanwhile, the first client, who had just finished telling me about the fact that she has been drinking and driving, and that she blacked out on the way here today, has just been maneuvered into driving somebody else's client home, although not home, because said somebody else's client is using the cover of a long bus ride back to her group home as an excuse to get extra time with her boyfriend while she gets a ride from my client. after defusing that, i drive 30 miles each way to visit a client who apparently cannot be bothered to arrive to her own home visit.
after that, i go to the inpatient facility to do a couple of intakes, and one new client is in the process of telling me how this boyfriend is different, how she can really tell he cares about their child, she could tell right from the start that he was going to 'step up' and 'do right.' i ask if he is paying any child support (the kid is placed with her dad). she looks at me in a daze. of course not, she replied. he has to pay rent and stuff. he only makes $100 a day from work.
tuesday:
me to client, after listening to her boyfriend ranting at the cps workers in the hospital room who are telling them he has to do certain things or not take their baby home: dood, ur babydaddy, hiz ppl skillz are teh sukz. gud luk wit that.
three clients are hovering around my office door. one is half an hour late for her office visit, and who is telling me she is in the process of dying. she is wrenching her shirt down to show me her flushed chest, without any prompting from me i might add. we are interrupted from a call from another client's state social worker, who remains on the phone with me and the client alternately, while i am shuffling her kid downstairs to the placement, who is waiting to transport. (btw, client and placement are not supposed to be able to see each other, since they rage at each other when they do) meanwhile, third client is hovering with her two kids under two years old, wanting to get my approval for her to not come to parenting class anymore. meanwhile, the first client, who had just finished telling me about the fact that she has been drinking and driving, and that she blacked out on the way here today, has just been maneuvered into driving somebody else's client home, although not home, because said somebody else's client is using the cover of a long bus ride back to her group home as an excuse to get extra time with her boyfriend while she gets a ride from my client. after defusing that, i drive 30 miles each way to visit a client who apparently cannot be bothered to arrive to her own home visit.
after that, i go to the inpatient facility to do a couple of intakes, and one new client is in the process of telling me how this boyfriend is different, how she can really tell he cares about their child, she could tell right from the start that he was going to 'step up' and 'do right.' i ask if he is paying any child support (the kid is placed with her dad). she looks at me in a daze. of course not, she replied. he has to pay rent and stuff. he only makes $100 a day from work.
tuesday:
me to client, after listening to her boyfriend ranting at the cps workers in the hospital room who are telling them he has to do certain things or not take their baby home: dood, ur babydaddy, hiz ppl skillz are teh sukz. gud luk wit that.