It's been a seriously long week...
Tuesday I had to admit one of my clients into the mental ward...sitting there for 8 hours trying to keep her relaxed and amused until they brought her upstairs. It's like I was doing stand up for her and the other crazies waiting their turn. I must have done a pretty good job though, since they all thanked me for coming when I finally left!
Plus, we're being audited tomorrow by one of our funding sources. They come in to check all our paperwork to make sure we're doing what we said we were going to do. Problem is...there isn't enough time in the day to keep all that paper work up to date. So I didn't get out of the office until 9:45 PM last night.
Luckily though...I had my handy-dandy flask o' whiskey with me, as usual. Nothing like a good buzz while fabricating progress notes and treatment plans from six months ago.
Well, it looks like it's gonna be another late night again. I'm really grateful that I work with a bunch of really fantastic women. The conversations we have are always guaranteed to amuse and offend. (ok, so i'm usually the one offending people)
Meanwhile, I'm back answering modeling ads. Set up an appointment for test shots this Sunday at 11AM. What the fuck was I thinking?! I must be getting desperate! But, the days tick by and I still don't have enough money to move to TX to build cars... I suppose if following dreams was easy...everyone would be doing it.
Tuesday I had to admit one of my clients into the mental ward...sitting there for 8 hours trying to keep her relaxed and amused until they brought her upstairs. It's like I was doing stand up for her and the other crazies waiting their turn. I must have done a pretty good job though, since they all thanked me for coming when I finally left!
Plus, we're being audited tomorrow by one of our funding sources. They come in to check all our paperwork to make sure we're doing what we said we were going to do. Problem is...there isn't enough time in the day to keep all that paper work up to date. So I didn't get out of the office until 9:45 PM last night.
Luckily though...I had my handy-dandy flask o' whiskey with me, as usual. Nothing like a good buzz while fabricating progress notes and treatment plans from six months ago.
Well, it looks like it's gonna be another late night again. I'm really grateful that I work with a bunch of really fantastic women. The conversations we have are always guaranteed to amuse and offend. (ok, so i'm usually the one offending people)
Meanwhile, I'm back answering modeling ads. Set up an appointment for test shots this Sunday at 11AM. What the fuck was I thinking?! I must be getting desperate! But, the days tick by and I still don't have enough money to move to TX to build cars... I suppose if following dreams was easy...everyone would be doing it.
I'd probably cary around a flask of whiskey too if I had to wait 8 hours to admit someone (Have you seen the new ones that look like cell phones? How much easier are we gonna make it for people to drink and drive?)
But I see that your new here, so if you want to talk sometime, just go to my profile and let me know (I'm still fairly new too, and I'm always looking to make more friends)