Last real day
Granted I do still have to work on Sunday with Sandy and see all the clients one last time but today is my last day with everyone there. I was on the verge of tears last night when I was talking to Emily and I actually did start crying later on right before 10 pm when shit proverbally hit the fire extinguisher door. I was sitting in my office saying damn, I almost don't want to leave because maybe if I don't leave tomorrow won't ever come. Knowing that thought process was bullshit, I decided to just clean up and go home. That was until my phone rang and detox said they needed a counselor because one of the guys tried to put his fist through a fire extinguisher door and succeeded in buckling the door in. Well, I had to try to talk to him and nothing worked there, he refused to talk to me, so I had to call Tammi. She was asleep when I called her but she woke up pretty quick and was just pissed at this guy, not at me. She was really pretty happy that I called her and told her what happened. So all in all it worked out for the best. Accept tonight is my last night and I have no idea how much I'm going to cry or what time I'm going to make it home.