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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: WyoWoman Date: 19 Oct 00 - 04:39 PM Hey, Darlin' -- Here's a big ol' Rocky Mountain hug avec snog comin' atcha. No. My job, at least today, is nowhere near as sucky as that. I won't even throw my hat in the ring. But you know the old John Denver song ...
Somedays are diamonds hmmphf... seems like it was sumpfin like that ... ... Love and rockets, WW |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: SINSULL Date: 19 Oct 00 - 04:30 PM Morty, I used to use this in some training sessions with potential foster parents and also Girl Scout leaders. Picture a jar filled with fleas. Watch them jump. What happens? One jumps and hits his head; then another. Sooner or later they all get the message: You can only jump so high and then you're going to get slammed on the head. Now take the lid off. What happens. Usually the first reaction I get is "they will all jump out." Then it will dawn on one of the group that the fleas won't jump any higher than just below the top of the jar. They know their limits. Our children are just like the fleas. They go to school that first day all excited and someone raps them on the head: "You can't be good at math-you're a girl";"You can't be a doctor, you're black"; You can't be..., you're too tall or too fat or too blond or not blond enough or too stupid or too smart..." The world is always ready to set limits on us and on our children. Someone is always eager to rap us on the head and see to it that you don't jump too high. Our job as adults, parents, leaders, etc. is to take off the lid and convince the fleas to jump as high as they can. I guess you're too good at your job, Morty. You got them jumping all over you. Smile. Tomorrow will be better. Mary |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: Eric the Viking Date: 19 Oct 00 - 04:09 PM Hi Morticia, My wife has the same sort of day quite often. Entering houses where environmental won't go and bringing home little visitors. She/we also at present have the threat of being "found" by the dad of one of her little ones who is under child protection, he found the car of the last contact supervisor, followed it and her back to the foster carer and smashed the car up while she was returning the kids to the carer.Then returned later to the carers house and smashed that up as well. I also teach some of those kids who come from homes like that. One bright spot! At least if you've got a rotten cold.("Llanstock b flat virus") you could take a day off. Cheers. Eric. |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: jeffp Date: 19 Oct 00 - 04:06 PM Great idea of McGrath's. Here's a hug for you Morty, because you need it AND deserve it. jeffp |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: McGrath of Harlow Date: 19 Oct 00 - 04:04 PM Of course what you should really do is get to see the director of social services and take the fleas. And leave them... |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: Bert Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:48 PM Bugger the fleas!!! Or maybe leave that job to Spaw. Don't worry Morty Love, Here's a big snog for ya. Won't be long before you're laughing at today. Bert. |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: katlaughing Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:39 PM Oh, puir Mortee, sorry, luv. Great big HUG and SNOG!!! luvyakat |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: McGrath of Harlow Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:37 PM Yeah, it's a bugger sometimes Morticia. But being a social worker beats needing a social worker.
And I know that from being in both situations.
But if it's fleas you're talking about, they don't care whether you're sitting or standing, so you might as well sit once your in. But it might be better saying "Sorry, I can't come in because I've got fleas" - which might be embarrassing, but it wouldn't be unprofessional. And it would cut out the risk of someone phoning up complaining that their social worker has given them fleas... Naah, that won't happen, don't worry.
There are good bits too. Mainly when you find a way to force your department to unlock the money to pay for something one of your people needs. There's always a way, if you don't care about being loved by your bosses. |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: wysiwyg Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:33 PM I'll hug her!!! ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: mousethief Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:33 PM Morti, I'd give you a hug except for those -- um -- Hey, your job is a very vital and important job and I'm in awe of anyone who can do that heart-wrenching of a job day-in and day-out. May God bless you richly! You're a winner in my book. I'm sorry your day was such a bad one. I'm sure you'll have better ones, hopefully very soon.
prophylactic hugs, |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: bflat Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:30 PM Morticia, I admire you for your work dispite the inherent difficulty. Sincere good wishes for more inner strength. :) bflat |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: Amergin Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:27 PM Oh, Morty, I'd give you a hug, but I'm afraid of coming home with some of your new pets.... Amergin |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: SINSULL Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:19 PM Ladies, This belongs in the "Oneupmanship" thread. Morticia, I am sorry about the fleas but I think the lady who personally tests every Q-Tip rectal thermometer still has the worst job. |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: wysiwyg Date: 19 Oct 00 - 03:03 PM Morty, we meet at last on ground we can share easily. Mine sucks so bad I stopped noticing that and it helped make me very, very ill. My last day is supposed to be next week. I do not think the smell of sulphur is accidental. However I do believe it is temporary. I'm so far past burnout I can't even see where to start to tell you about it. Hopefully I have said enough though that you can see at least that you aren't alone. Today I called up the lady whose job it was I took three years ago when she had had enough, and told her how well I understand everything now. She laughed like a banshee, and we are meeting next week or the week after for a few wet ones of some sort. We figure on stopping by with a bus to pick up people who know what we mean. Care to join us? Funny thing is I gave notice in April of my own accord and out of love for the organization, seeing it was time for new leadership, as had been part of my strategic plan as their interim. As stated when hired as such. As I promised regional officials to work myself out of a job by building the ranks around me. As I did. Beautifully. And they been trying to drive me out ever since I gave notice, when I going anyhow, but they can't seem to get my replacement hired and in place to train. See? It does suck. Maybe not more than yours but isn;t it better to suck equally so we can be peers? Oops, maybe I am ahead. All this for $8 an hour $US. ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 19 Oct 00 - 02:58 PM Earl Grey tea and a glass of brandy for you Morty... What a day you had lass. Hope tomorrow you will see something rewarding; to remind you of how very valuable your work is. Make it so! Yours, Aye. Dave |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: Biskit Date: 19 Oct 00 - 02:58 PM Oh Morti I'm sorry 'bout your dreadful day. Here's a GREAT BIG HUG comin' atcha from the USA. READY,...CATCH! -Biskit- |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: Catrin Date: 19 Oct 00 - 02:52 PM Oh Morticia, your thread rang true for me as well. That feeling of hopelessness... Remember why you're doing the work you do. Remember those moments when someone smiles at you when you never expected them to. Remember the joy on the face of someone who says you've changed their life...... Treat yourself to something nice, put your favourite music on and forget about today until tomorrow. Peace, Catrin |
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Subject: RE: BS: oh bugger! From: GUEST,Albamist Date: 19 Oct 00 - 02:48 PM Maybe it is just me, but your thread struck a chord (or should that be your chord struck a thread). Why are people being called service users? Why are patients in hospitals now called customers? Why are students in educational establishments now called clients? I hanker after the good old days when a manhole cover was simply a manhole cover. P.S. I hope tomorrow is a better day for you. |
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Subject: oh bugger! From: Morticia Date: 19 Oct 00 - 02:39 PM I have just had the day from Hell! Most of you know I'm a social worker right? And most days have a certain taint of sulphur but today.....oh boy! First a service user in residential care ( i.e. local authority care i.e. MY care) gets assaulted by another service user and I can't get hold of the parents to tell them this has happened.Then I attend a meeting which tells me all about why I have no more money to spend....ever.......and in fact must get some back ( no suggestions as to how, of course) and then I go to visit a house which even environmental health won't enter.I go in walking and come out crawling ( with little visitors who are decidedly unwelcome). I have another home visit after that during which I'm afraid to sit down in case I spread my newly acquired 'friends' but cannot explain why, as it would be unprofessional......so they now think I'm quite mad. I go home, strip as soon as I've closed the front door and head straight for the shower where a closer inspection reveals I am a mass of little red bites. Please, somebody tell me that their job sucks worse than mine! |