Wasn’t I just here a moment ago?

Yes, I tend to catch up to things on Friday.

I have learned that therapy with children in Real Life Situations is fraught with agita. Working with an ultra demanding foster care agency in addition to a kid who won’t look at you isn’t fun. And of course the newbie gets pushed around, and of course I have to call back and say “You know, my supervisors just won’t let me be that much of a wimp.” But not in those words.

I have learned that my former job is too intimidating - the gal they got to replace me quit after one day. Of course, she also claimed to have bookkeeping experience to the boss, then said to me, “I don’t know about it.” Not good. Honesty is the best policy. So, now I have to teach my boss quickbooks. I’ll give him one afternoon.

I saw signs Roommate has returned from his week out counting bugs and turtles and owls and foxes (foxen? foxi?) in the wild places soon to become housing tracts — random luggage strewn about the apartment. But I think he’s buying his new car this afternoon. I’m glad - his old clunker was leaking oil badly, and I could foresee taxi duty if it continued.

I have been thinking about writing, but getting home tired and headache-y and cranky. And sort of stuck on the WIPs at the moment. I think I’ve plotted myself into a hole. Hopefully digging out won’t require a huge deletion.