With a band-aid on my wing
I think I am neat.
9am. Work @ first job.
Assist clients with AM care for workshop, schedule checking, making room for more hours at new site, paycheck, loading clients up to be dropped off at designated areas.
1pm.. home for an hour or so.
Cleaned entire house.
Spent an hour on the phone with 2nd job's, Doctors/area manager/case manager sorting out medical dates for the next month and medical issues that need to be addressed. Oh, and if I by some chance can fit in a doctors appointment with client ..today..
that...is..not...going...to..happen.
Run errands, pay gas bill.
3:30.
Head out to 3rd job.
Go 25 min out of the way to avoid wreck/whatever on expressway.
3nd job.
pick up list for client.. listen to his problems.. make a list of what has to be done at his site. looked in fridge.. got scared.. jotted down a few more things on his list.
run more errands.
Grocery shopping for client at downriver aldies??
Surreal.. just.. fucking.. surreal. Put a dime in the slot for a buggy? Bring your own bags? What in the hell? Never in my entire life have I encountered anything like that.. nor do I want to again.
Drop groceries off to the poor lad.. hike up three flights of stairs trying not to drop the wares all over the place (with paper bags that have seen better days) battled the things in his fridge.. I won.
6:30pm
Back to job site #1.
Assist with PM care and all my bookwork/logs/ for the entire day.
8:30pm.
I'm fucking leaving. Going home, burning my clothes.. taking a 5 hour shower. calling it a day. enough.
But first.. I have to do my own shopping for MY house.
Home. (house is a wreck, food needs to be put away)
The time is now 11:30pm.
Back to work at 8am.
Sorry for any missed calls, mean words, flipping of the bird, near deaths caused by me flying up and down the roads today... just.. yeah.
Someone gave me a huge compliment today.. something to the effect of how fucking awesome I am that I can juggle all this shit in my everyday life.. and keep going. Thank you
They don't know the half of it.
Love me.
9am. Work @ first job.
Assist clients with AM care for workshop, schedule checking, making room for more hours at new site, paycheck, loading clients up to be dropped off at designated areas.
1pm.. home for an hour or so.
Cleaned entire house.
Spent an hour on the phone with 2nd job's, Doctors/area manager/case manager sorting out medical dates for the next month and medical issues that need to be addressed. Oh, and if I by some chance can fit in a doctors appointment with client ..today..
that...is..not...going...to..happen.
Run errands, pay gas bill.
3:30.
Head out to 3rd job.
Go 25 min out of the way to avoid wreck/whatever on expressway.
3nd job.
pick up list for client.. listen to his problems.. make a list of what has to be done at his site. looked in fridge.. got scared.. jotted down a few more things on his list.
run more errands.
Grocery shopping for client at downriver aldies??
Surreal.. just.. fucking.. surreal. Put a dime in the slot for a buggy? Bring your own bags? What in the hell? Never in my entire life have I encountered anything like that.. nor do I want to again.
Drop groceries off to the poor lad.. hike up three flights of stairs trying not to drop the wares all over the place (with paper bags that have seen better days) battled the things in his fridge.. I won.
6:30pm
Back to job site #1.
Assist with PM care and all my bookwork/logs/ for the entire day.
8:30pm.
I'm fucking leaving. Going home, burning my clothes.. taking a 5 hour shower. calling it a day. enough.
But first.. I have to do my own shopping for MY house.
Home. (house is a wreck, food needs to be put away)
The time is now 11:30pm.
Back to work at 8am.
Sorry for any missed calls, mean words, flipping of the bird, near deaths caused by me flying up and down the roads today... just.. yeah.
Someone gave me a huge compliment today.. something to the effect of how fucking awesome I am that I can juggle all this shit in my everyday life.. and keep going. Thank you
They don't know the half of it.
Love me.