Today was totally Monday. I got to work, sat at my desk, only to realize it was swarming with ants. The other social worker and I spent a good hour cleaning out the desk (which actually isn't all mine but instead primarily a third social worker's). We sprayed the office down with some cleaner and put in a work order for a bug man. No one ever came. So, I spent the day randomly smashing ants on my desk as they strolled across my phone, computer monitor, keyboard, and even my assessment paperwork while I was with a patient. I'm sure randomly slamming my hand down on my desk was especially therapeutic for my psychotic patients. Later in the day I got a phone call from my boss asking me if I wanted to work overtime this week (if he could swing it since I'm hourly). I was a bit stunned, as I'm already working the holiday through the weekend = depressing, and he wanted to know if I wanted to go over 40 hours. I didn't know what to say but the truth. I told him no. I don't. There's a mad scramble right now to get everything looking tip top, as surveyors from the Dept. of Justice are coming on Monday. Pressure's on, and it sucks. I want this week and the next to be OVER!
And so, the highlight of my day was coming home to little Dexter. We played ball in the backyard, took a walk, and then went to Pet Smart for dog food. He got a few new toys - a squeak ball and a big rope. Joe, I remember why we don't buy squeaky toys anymore. It was nonstop earlier. Oh, and Dex started limping again just a few minutes ago. WTF. Anyhow, here's for Joe: (He goes into doggy death shake at the end.)
He likes the new room. :-)
In daylight. And I have no idea why a ceiling fan was put in the dining room.
With curtains (that need adjusting).
The only way I can peacefully take a bath and not listen to Dex bark outside, in his cage, or running around the rest of the house.
Enjoy!
3 comments:
Katie... ants at your desk - boy it just gets better and better! Hang in there!!!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxox
Tylenol PM knocks me out in no time if you ever need help sleeping. One pill usually does it for me. :)
You know, I used to have problems sleeping at night. Stop me if you've heard this one. No wait, you can't. Anyways, so I would start to freak out about one hour before bed every night.
I would get those butterflies every time I thought about it. Here was the problem: I didn't want to go to sleep, but I was even more scared of being the last person awake. Everyone knows that it's the last person awake that has to deal with any problems...robbers, monsters and the like.
Here's the best part. This carried on for years. That's right, years. I was terrorized by what responsibility lay on my shoulders as the last one awake.
I finally beat this fear through utter apathy on the subject by my father. My mother left on a "my kids and husband are driving me crazy and I need some time alone," trip. My dad went to bed very, very early. I once asked him in a timid voice if he would stay awake. He straight up made so light of this fear of mine, that shame-faced, I was forced to turn away. It did the trick though.
Now, where was I going with this story?
Oh yeah, Kate, I will stay awake with you if you can't sleep. Even if it kills me (reference 1000's of times that I fell asleep w/in minutes of hitting the pillow). Your arm will be scratched and hopefully, you will feel better.
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