Fireball girls, take that sucker down
Upfront, I have worked THREE 18 hour days in a row and am ready to completely explode mentally. I had about 2 hours between the group home (10 hours) and the theater (8 hours) and came home to simply crash on the couch for about an hour after taking care of my unemployment paperwork and get a strip written for Dan so that he's not waiting on me. I HATE it when people are waiting on me...makes me feel like a failure in more ways than I can say. However, my son dropped by while I was trying to get n hour of sleep (only had time for about 4 and half hours between jobs) and let me know that he'd been fired from his job for excessive tardiness. It's infuriating on one level, especially since he was MORE than early for the first year of his employment (including getting up at 4 AM in order to get there by 4:30 am so he could be done by 1 in the afternoon). Since moving in with his mom, he's reverting to his old habits.
Thank ghods it's her problem to deal with. I have enough shit on my plate.
Anyway, I worked for about 4 hours in one "cottage" and 6 in another, neither of which are the one I work in most often, so I was there to cover hours someone more experienced would have. It also means I spent a lot of time asking, OK, what should I do now" while the staff working would interrupt their gossiping about other employees to tell me which resident needed something done. No big deal, really. I don't want to be drawn into the negative side of anywhere I work any more...I had enough of that in my 20's.
As I left for the day, one of the staff who had actually been doing something remotely connected to their job said, "I can't believe how good you are with them" meaning the residents.
Nice to get some props, but it was SO tiring today. I won't get into details, but it took me over two hours to get one resident up, showered, dressed and ready for breakfast and that the was first damn thing I dealt with today.
OK, I'll be honest. I was about to write up a long entry about how I feel very alienated from the rest of the world, but I finished off a bottle of wine when I got home and now feel too tired (relaxed?) to write. Suffice it to say that I feel very much as if I am in this by myself and how I fill my life with work in order to keep myself from realizing that.
Oh, and I still need a full-time job. I went in for my mantaux test today and when they asked how my regular doctor was, I had to say "I've been without medical coverage for almost two years, so I don't have one." And it scared me.
As it should.
Thank ghods it's her problem to deal with. I have enough shit on my plate.
Anyway, I worked for about 4 hours in one "cottage" and 6 in another, neither of which are the one I work in most often, so I was there to cover hours someone more experienced would have. It also means I spent a lot of time asking, OK, what should I do now" while the staff working would interrupt their gossiping about other employees to tell me which resident needed something done. No big deal, really. I don't want to be drawn into the negative side of anywhere I work any more...I had enough of that in my 20's.
As I left for the day, one of the staff who had actually been doing something remotely connected to their job said, "I can't believe how good you are with them" meaning the residents.
Nice to get some props, but it was SO tiring today. I won't get into details, but it took me over two hours to get one resident up, showered, dressed and ready for breakfast and that the was first damn thing I dealt with today.
OK, I'll be honest. I was about to write up a long entry about how I feel very alienated from the rest of the world, but I finished off a bottle of wine when I got home and now feel too tired (relaxed?) to write. Suffice it to say that I feel very much as if I am in this by myself and how I fill my life with work in order to keep myself from realizing that.
Oh, and I still need a full-time job. I went in for my mantaux test today and when they asked how my regular doctor was, I had to say "I've been without medical coverage for almost two years, so I don't have one." And it scared me.
As it should.