Depressing factor

My job working with the homeless and poor has a risk factor threat level of red that something each day will depress the living gumdrops out of me. Today found out a potential client I had contacted a while back lives right behind me. That’s cool. Her newborn baby died at 3 weeks old. That’sContinue reading “Depressing factor”

Stabbed by a Manilla Folder in the Line of duty

A.K.A. another day in the life. 80% of social work is paperwork. "Flex your fingers and prepare to sign your name like a rock-star!" But all the forms you sign get processed by me and then filed. (The alphabet and I are arch enemies , just f.y.i. ) Every day I bleed for my artContinue reading “Stabbed by a Manilla Folder in the Line of duty”

Suicide Hot line … on HOLD!

Paranoid frustration is being on hold while calling the Los Angeles P.E.T. team. (Psychiatric Emergency Team). I have multiple people calling every number I know and all numbers gutter into the same phone bank and we are all on hold. This is *after* selecting 1 for English and navigating call option choices. If you everContinue reading “Suicide Hot line … on HOLD!”

Poking Myself in the Eye

My friend Bonnie likes to reference the Eye Poke. I am surprised I have eyes left for all the times I have tried to carefully consider all circumstances and personality traits of my clients (and sometimes friends) and make a plan for success that honors the obsticles in our way. Sometimes it works. Once IContinue reading “Poking Myself in the Eye”

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