Monday, February 2, 2009

Fried Green Beans

Are the most delicious things in the world. Seriously. I feel like my brain consists of fried green beans tonight.

Work has been crazy. Down time? What down time? We do not get lunch hours, this is not a normal job. I work 10 hour days. I have 3 smoke breaks. I manhandle (that's right, manhandle) all of the finances for the house. That consists of filing paystubs with SSI, accounting for every cent (with receipts to back it up) compiling and editing ledgers, balancing check books, balancing monthly budgets, and filling out the most annoying form in the world with all of the financial information summarized. I have to forward a million copies of a million things to a thousand different people. To top it all off, I have 2 days at the first of the month to finish everything. How about that monthly summary? Oops. It is the end of the day, it is the 2nd of the month. I have to come in to work early tomorrow. Meanwhile, I am still going about my typical day. Taking people to appointments, working on goals, cooking dinner, cleaning bathrooms, cleaning human beings, crisis intervention, staying sane, listening to 6 people talk at the same time, filling the car with gas, grocery shopping, returning library books, passing meds, checking med passes, clipping toenails, checking weights, filing worts, smoking a cigarette, showering someone, listening to someone while they cry, listening to someone else while they scream, finishing laundry, doing the dishes, taking out the trash, forgetting to eat, forgetting to smoke, forgetting to think, realizing that my back hurts, my knee hurts, and my head is about to explode.

Just another day, in case any one wondered what my work day was.

Megan just sent me a text that simply said "love you poop mouth." Laughing out loud when I am alone is one of the most satisfying experiences. Laughing out loud when I am alone and seconds away from insanity is even more satisfying.

Eat it, Governor Patterson. I do deserve more money. Stop with the budget cuts. Stop cutting my pay and my mileage reimbursement, stop taking away my holiday bonus. My voice will be heard, you son of a bee sting.

If you made it through that, you are a champ and I owe you a drink.