Beach, Beach, Beach

Today started with of course my alarm going off several times, and soon after the first alarm, Dexter's tail thumping against the side of the bed. He is usually sweetest in the morning because he hasn't destroyed anything yet and is generally happy to see us. Well, this morning, as I leaned over the side of the bed to pet him, I realized he'd been chewing a chunk off of my bed skirt. I immediately began screaming at him and hit him repeatedly before throwing him outside. Damn it. I then called Joe and left him a message in tears. Yep, that's how my day started.

At work my first order of the day was a performance review with my boss and reading policies. Suck. I then went to the crisis unit and began my tasks. I was assigned to work with a client that hit me yesterday, so I immediately gave her away to someone else. Yes, I finally got assaulted for the first time because I told someone they couldn't use the phone because the doctor would soon be talking to them. That was it. They went from 0 to 100 in about 10 seconds, literally. Thank god I backed up, or I'd have been hit in the face a couple times. Luckily for me it was just in the chest. Whatever. So back to today - it was kind of shit. Of the two clients I primarily worked with, one was super agitated and made all kinds of demands, while the other, delusional as he was, told me he works for the FBI and offered to buy me a car. Amidst this, I was given a friendly, slightly condescending suggestion from a co-worker to begin the crisis unit assessments while I'm working in Admissions over the weekends. Because I'm a big idiot and sit in Admissions doing nothing. Bitch, I was busy in Admissions, and when I wasn't, I was doing my e-training that the agency is requiring me to complete by Friday. You are not my boss, nor are you a decent human being so shut.the.fuck.up. Anyway. Toward the end of the day I saw one of the clients I'd helped admit over the weekend. He was reading a book, so I approached and asked what he was reading. This bled into a conversation of how he felt much better and that I'd actually given him so hope after we talked on Saturday. This guy had attempted to kill himself over the weekend by putting a loaded gun up to his head and pulling the trigger. For whatever reason, it didn't go off, and he ended up at our facility. He's a sweet guy, just down in out, and for him to tell me I gave him hope, makes it all worth it. Of course hope is also dangerous in that if things don't continue to go well, he may blame me. But whatever. I helped someone begin to feel like maybe life is worth living. Sounds corny, but come on, he was ready to blow his brains out two days ago.

Whew. I'm at home now. With Dexter. It's almost 7:30 and it's still in the mid 80's and very humid outside. Uggh. What a time of year to begin trying to jog again (outside of the gym). I'm going to try to give it another hour and then take Dex out with me. And where's Joe you might be wondering? Well, he's still at fucking work. His training calendar, which has been set for a while, has him currently working regular days until June 17 when he is supposed to leave for training until July 1. Of course today they tossed that out, and now he's in some other training that has him at work until 2am and who knows how long for the rest of the unknown duration of it. Also, he may work through the weekend. A SACRED THREE-DAY WEEKEND. I have worked the last two weekends in a row, knowing Joe would have this weekend off, and that we would spend it together. I think that may all be out the window now as well. It really is soul-crushing. No other way to describe the let-down. Also, they recently scrapped a week of his block leave in which we were to go on vacation. LUCKILY, one of his Sgts got him the week of July 5 off, so we are going down to Destin. We're actually booked for Ft. Walton. I'm so excited. I just hope they (Army) don't take it away from us. It's already paid for, so at the very least I'll be going, although to go alone would probably be mildly depressing. For now, though, I'll just let myself be excited.

In less heavy news, I ordered the furminator today off of e-bay. It's a special brush that is supposed to reduce Dex's shedding problems by 90%. Oh hell yes. If only the brush also cured Dex's chewing problems by 90%. Sigh.

Beach in four weeks!