That's probably a pretty inappropriate title for a blog that's supposed to be dedicated to parenting and my adventures in singlemomhood but I'm very excited to be back after a whole month. I finally have internet again! To those of you that don't know, I moved. Yes, again. I won't be moving again for a while. We live in a real house now! A HOUSE. I'm so excited. I love it. The living arrangements we had weren't working out very much. I will never share a room with Sophie ever again. Rose was miserable too. It sucks, because I miss Wes and Lindsey. However, my best friend of 17 years finally moved here and now we live together. And work together. But that's another story.
I have so much to talk about I don't even know where to start. I guess I'll start with my job and discuss the rest in another post. I got a new job! A grownup job where I can't nap and watch Netflix. (sad face). I'm working at a pain management clinic now. I started at the front desk and now I'm working in the back prepping charts and such. I'm so glad they moved me because for the first three weeks of my job I was sobbing hysterically the whole way home. If you don't believe me, ask Joey. It was awful for many reasons. The main being that my new coworker and I were given a workload that we couldn't possibly finish each day. And although we were told "Hey, I know this is impossible but you should still try" by the staff we still got reprimanded for not finishing.
On top of that, the patients that we deal with are... different. They are either genuinely in pain or just looking to score some pills. Whichever it may be, there are a lot of grumpy patients to be had. I've been screamed at, cussed out, threatened, spit at, and all kinds of things. I have seen grown adults sigh, roll their eyes, and cuss at me for the smallest things such as asking to see their ID. I like helping the people that really need it (and you can tell who they are) because they are genuinely grateful to be there and are the sweetest people. I was brought to tears by a woman who had been beaten by her husband and broke down and told me what happened. After she described it she asked me "Do you think I'm ugly? Do you think anyone could love me?" It killed me.
Now, I'm stuck in a back room with just me and some charts and some music. I definitely like that much better. I can't wait to finish school and start being able to really help patients rather than just checking them in.
