(drama moment about to happen )Pretty sure the stress of life is going to be the death of me (everybody put the back of your left hand to your foreheads with me now:).....and add a BIG sigh!
Well now that that is out of the way let us compense with my sad tale of woe....
I'd like to start with a re-cap of the whole year...but that would be way over the top in drama so going to limit my narrative to this past week.....
Let's start with Christmas....
Once again Ethan gets sick...not as sick as last year with the 105.4 temp....but sick, again...Emma continues to tell one and all that she wants a "HORSE HEAD" for Christmas....and Eli starts crying Christmas morning because...."I didn't get a Nintendo DS"....yeah, okay breathe deep Brenda....because the kid is saying this as he is sitting on his new MINI-DIRT BIKE>>>>>(YES LADIES, I lost the battle of the mini-dirt bike.....so to even things out...when I did WSM's Christmas shopping while she was in the hospital, I got Ethan a BB gun-pistol...Let's just give out dangerous toys for Christmas, rolling eyes
) have I mentioned that my kids are spoiled????
Oh wait, need to back up to the 23rd....when my uncle died...This poor man was so ill it was pathetic....NEVER do I want to go like that...but I digress...so we have the funeral Tuesday...
Stick with me here ladies it gets complicated and intertwined with the corner office....
Along about Monday I get sick as a DAWG (thank you Ethan:0)....still have to go to work, because I MUST GET THIS KIDS PRESCRIPTION filled or dire consequences will occur...(not sure what, but something DIRE)...The kid I am working with and his family are moving Wed....so I am already behind before I start for this week....
Tuesday rolls around, and the fam-damily...decides they are going to move the funeral to 10:30 instead of 11:00....ARGH, after much rearranging on my part, I am only 10 minutes late to the funeral....still got the time in for my client....but here's the rub...
Tuesday happens to be the day the Moblie Therapist also goes with me to the kid's house...okay no prob....but it is mass confusion at the kid's house due to moving the next day...My cell-phone (which I never take with me on a session, but did that day due to the funeral) is ringing off the hook and I am sniffing and snotting and miserable....
Mobile therapist is supposed to do 1 hour of supervison (of me a week) so she decides she is going to do it yesterday....and that is when all hell breaks loose....wwhhheeewww dawgies...it got ugly.....
She says to me "you were out of it yesterday" well, yeah I was a little...explained what happened/what was going on....and she proceeds to lecture me about me going to work sick....(aside: when I worked at the shelter, YOU WENT TO WORK SICK....Sometimes while in labor, but that's a story for another day:)....
Now MT is not my supervisor for anything BUT the kid I am working with. Brandon is my supervisor...but poor Brandon is working blind also.....anyway MT...is yakking about me going to work sick and she keeps repeating it then she says "Brenda, so you understand??""" and for some reason that just set me off (temper temper Brenda)
)and I said to her "I understood you the first time you said it"....oh yeah that was the beginning of the end:).....Keep in mind....she wasn't lecturing me about job performance....NO she is YAKKING about me GOING to work...'Kay....then she says "well what is the problem"...OMG!!!! my head exploded...I SWEAR...But I am still keeping my mouth shut barely....but I did say "okay, I don't understand the chain of supervision here?" which she totally ignored and said "well, who is telling you anything different from me?"....so trying not to rat out Brandon...I said "that is not the point...the point is..." and then I told her....the point is she was telling me I had to claim one hour of supervison a week (supposed to be in person) that she spends 15 minutes with me on the phone....and I said "well this seems unethical to me....I have to sign my name to this and then it gets turned into the insurance company and they pay for this".....YIKES....she got ticked and started YELLING at me....seriously yelling at me.....so the subject gets changed to me not having anything to work with, no theraputic aids at all...other than what I BOUGHT and brought with me....and the fact that I was told over and over again I would get stuff to work with, but alas never did....then we got into it about me not getting any background on the kid BEFORE I went into his home and started his case...and she says to me (SWEAR to you, verbatim)....."WELL, NOT TO BE RUDE..." (aside: when someone says "just something to think about or not to be rude" you know it's coming)..."but we All have to do that...I was working with him for 3 weeks and I didn't know anything about him".......let me tell ya, that shut me up for about 30 seconds....just boogles the mind when you think about it....and I said "how can we provide service to this child and make it effective and not do any harm to him...if we do not KNOW what his background is....I had no referrence point to start with..." and she repeated "ThaT is just the way it is...WE ALL DO THAT..."...and that is when I said...." I can't do this....it is unfair to the client and I would not be doing him any good and could possibly do more harm"....Then she started repeating herself again and that is when I said..."you know what Heather, it's been a joy...but I think I will have to quit"....HOLY MOLY should have heard her then...YIKES!!!!!!!She really started screaching...so I said "thank you, good bye" and hung up....
So there goes the corner office and here I go again on the job hunt....sigh
As usual thanks for listening...stay tuned for the continuing drama:)....
It's all good.....2006 is going to ROCK!!!! I just KNOW IT!!!!!!
Bren