Bugger
Well. It's been a long day so far. Late getting up, late getting to work, late getting dinner cooked for the guys. late late late. Next thing I know I'm gonna turn around and be late for my period. Wait. . . nevermind. Okay, so I'm in a weird mood diary, but you aren't here to judge me so keep your ugly, digital, non-objective-mouth-my-ass shut. WOW. Where did that come from? Anyhoo. I'm a bit worried I'm discovering a sense of complacency as far as my job goes. While the clients are always interesting and they make it a different environment each day, I kind of miss having actual co-workers that I can talk to and have real conversations with. The only other staff that I can even sort of talk to is rather young, and while her passions about political issues are kind of cool to relate to, she still emulates a certain sense of naivete` that I'm sure I was seeping with as well at her age. Hell, I'm probably still stankin of it a bit these days. Either way, she always takes off early on days that we are double staffed anyway, and when that doesn't happen, its because I call in to take the day off. So I don't think we have had a double staffed day that actually involved two staff being present an entire shift since I was in training almost six months ago. And don't get me wrong, I could discuss the finer points of life with one of the developmentaly disabled for hours on end (as I have before) but there is only so much discussion that can go on about the glory of Full House and the Olsen Twins before you inadvertantly want to crush thier perfect, unscathed perceptions by telling them why Ashley was "sick" in the fist place. Even if you did, I don't think they would get it. That must be nice. . . well enough rambling. I have to go get the lotion for one of the clients feet before he goes to bed. I hope everyone is well. PEACE