I Miss this Thing

Aafter sitting here reading the blogs I wrote about work last year, it got me thinking. "I miss this thing." So much has happened since I last blogged. It was actually a year ago today. 7/24, the day before my birthday. Can't really say what was happening at work today because I was off. And I'm off tomorrow. No big plans or anything, just off. So now that I'm back, I will pick up where I left off last year. The only new thing at this time is our Executive Director resigned. His last day is 8/11. Whatdafuxup with dat?

Umm... I think I broke it

I guess this is an admission of guilt but I had to tell someone. Today I decided I would work on some personal stuff of mine while at work. What made me think I could do this? First of all, my computer at work is a Mac and the one I use at home is Windows. (Please forgive me for not being clear on the differences in the two but apparently there is a big difference.) This in not the first time this has happened to me.(Incompatability issues. Hope I'm using that correctly.) Anyway, although the two computers share some of the same programs and shit like that, you can't do something on one and do the same thing on the other. For instance I typed a document on Mac's version of Microsoft Word and emailed it to myself at home and my program would not open the document. Somebody told me to save it in PDF format (whatever the fuck that means) I mean, don't get me wrong I am computer saavy but to a certain extent. I mean even you know I couldn't even add that shit to my page without your assistance. I just got so off the subject but back to the issue at hand. Umm...I think I broke it. I did some work on my computer at home and saved it to a CD. I tried to insert that same CD in to my computer at work. Big mistake. The shit got stuck. I mean it did not respond at all. This was at about 11:00 this morning. Right after the disk got stuck, I had to see a client so I had to put that shit on hold. Immediately following my session, I got back to trying to get my disk out. I tried everything and then eventually turned off the computer. Still no disk. So I emailed Matt, the computer guy. Last time I had a disk stuck, he ejected it from where ever he was. See he's the administrator so he can do whatever to your computer from where ever he is, when ever the fuck he wants to. He can read what I'm typing right now if he chose to. So Matt did not repond right away like he normally does so I called AL. Al is the graphic designer. He's good with computers and even he was at a loss. I figured the only was to get it out was to pry it open. I mean Matt hadn't responded and I needed my shit. Well this is where the story you've been waiting for comes in. I took out a pair of scissors from my desk. Yes scissors. I got to prying. At first, it seemed to be working pretty well. Or so I thought. Then the tip of scissors snapped off and went down in to the front of the computer. "Oh shit" I thought but then thought "Oh well, I need my shit." So I kept prying. That shit was not working. I turned the other end of the scissors to the unbroken tip and kept at it. "Oh shit it's coming open." I started to think but then realized that it wasn't coming open, it was coming off. Yes, I broke the front of the CD drive off but didn't stop there because you know... I needed my shit. So then I'm like, "What am I gonna do. I hope they don't notice this shit is broken before I stop working here." But how do you camoflague a propped open door that is normally closed. Who cares?? So, I see a little button and decide to push it. My computer automatically restarts and the disk comes out on its own. WTF??? I tried turning it off already. Anyway I had my shit and when I logged back on, Matt had just responded to my email telling me how to eject the disk. (Without breaking it) Oh well!!!!!!!

On the Way to work

Nothing much is happening at work today so far but after this morning's bus ride in to work, my day can't get any worse. As you know the car blah, blah, blah. Anyway, me and my babe made up last night and everything was everything. We got up and out of the house on time. WTF?? I should have known something was up. So, I get dropped off right at the bus stop this morning instead of jumping out in the middle of traffic like I did yesterday. (Mondays are always crazy for me) So, the bus comes and I step on and who's driving the bus? Is that Mr. Wonderful? I thought he worked for another company. Well, it wasn't really Mr. Wonderful but the driver looked like a much older, swollen version of Mr. W.
Me: Good morning :)
He: Um hmm.
Me: Is this the scheduled time of this bus at this stop? (I asked because it was 8:15 and the bus came @ 8:10 yesterday. You'd be surprised what a difference 5 minutes makes)
He: I guess, I leave the mall @ 10 after.
Me: Whatever

Mr. Dart was not in the mood for talking this morning and that was fine. So anyway, this bus was more crowded than yesterday so I knew it had to be a later bus but this muthafucka act like he didn't know what I was talking about. We proceed, picking up more and more people. I began to be reminded of taking 3 buses to high school everyday. It didn't really bother me then but I've been driving for the last 12 years and riding the bus is nothing like I remembered it. We get on Philadelphia and continue on our journey. We pick up a man who looks like a roofer. A roofer, but a roofer on heroin. A complete stoner carrying a cooler, a bag and some other shit. I hope he doesn't sit next to me I think as I clutch my backpack in the empty seat beside me. You know how you be on the bus and there's an empty seat next to you and there is clearly only enough room for a child but a grown as muthafucka as big as you will try to sit there. I wasn't in the mood for that this a.m. So we go on. Next stop, WaWa/McDonald's. THree poeple waiting all with coffe in hand. How I wish we would have stopped at WaWa this morning. I wanted, no fuck that, I needed some cofee. A big 24 oz. I was so tired from "Making up" All night. So three people, three cups of coffee, one and a half brains. (I know that was mean but that was my way of saying they were all mentally challanged.) There were already 2 others like them on the bus. One was talking very LOUD to anyone that would listen. I just kept looking straight ahead so she didn't make eye contact and start talking to me. The other lady appeared to have some sort of problem too, but she was mean with hers. You know how you see those people walking around Broad and Olney or down there by city hall all mean/mad faced, talking to themselves and waiting for one muthafucka to step out of line so they can "Act Crazy" for real. Well she looked like she was looking for a confrontation this morning so still I sat eye straight ahead. When the three cups of cofee got on, they seemed to know the other 2. The LOUD talking and carrying on began. One of the 3 sat next to me. What did I tell you previously about the seat? O.K then Why did he sit next to me? I guess he wanted to be closer to the others. One was his girlfriend, I think. So he sits next to me and he's fucking sweaty, first thing in the morning. It was nice this morning, no humidity, why all the sweat? To top it all off, he smelled sweaty. WTF?? Now I'm irked. I didn't think riding the bus was that bad after yesterday morning but today I was proven wrong. So I tried to hold my breath and just endure the ride, it can't be that bad right? Wrong. Now I'm feeling moist on my right thigh. Is he fucking sweating on me? Yes, he was. Fortunately the person sitting next to his girl got up and he moved behind me with her. Remember, they're behind me. So next stop a wasp must have boarded the bus. Don't you hate when there are insects on the bus and people act like 1. they've never seen a bug or 2. their life is in danger. Its a fucking bee, get a grip. This big grown ass man and his two daughters were sitting where the bee was hovering, looking for a way out through a window. Grown man turns in to little girl and starts swatting the bee with his hand. LOUD MOUTH says HERE!!!! YOU CAN USE MY BOOK!!!! Handing grown as man her search-a-word book that she was just showing off to her friends and taling about VERY LOUDLY. Grwon ass man swats the bee down to the floor and STOMPS THE SHIT OUT OF IT. He didn't step on it once, he fucking STOMPED THE SHIT OUT OF IT. By now, I'm just laughing. I thought I must have been on a hidden camera show at this point. I just shook my head. The ride continues. I'm getting closer to my destination and almost happy that I'm almost at work. Wait, the couple behind me. They're playing Yatzee on one of the little hand held thingys right? "YATZEE!!!!!!" She screams, "I got it on the first spin." She carried on. Then her attention was diverted by an "Unmarked police care." Now she's screaming that. "Look an unmarked car, an unmarked car.!" Now her friends are looking. WTF??? I'm thinking. Then she says, "I just took a lucky guess at that and I was right." I'm thinking, That wasn't a lucky guess, the fucking car is blue, it's a Caprice Classic (typical Narc car) it had spot lights on both sides, a cage seperating the back seat from the front and the driver looked like Nick Nolte. Stevie Wonder could have seen that it was an undercover cop. She went on and on and then my stop came. I was never so happy but getting off the bus I had to hear about how comfortable the seats are on the 301 to Dover, whick also stops at Christina Mall you know? Well at least that's what my "Special Friends" said.

Isn't That Your Job?

You wanna know what I hate more than anything? I'll tell you anyway. I hate when people don't want to do their job. I mean what they really get paid for. Yet they want to be involved in everything that has NOTHING to do with them. Always putting their nose where is doesn't belong. You already know the type of agency I work for right? Well one of the services we provide is monthly access to the food closet. Most clients come in to get their food but there are some that don't get around that well and we take the food to them. We either take it ourselves or the food closet/case manager technician will take it because that is her job. Case manager technician just means this person helps us out when we need it. They can help with filing, visiting clients, delivering food etc. Delivering food??? Hmm, isn't that your job? Well why are you telling me that you can't take food to my client. You do it for everyone elses, why not mine? I am fucking furious, mad enough to go to my supervisor and get this bitch in trouble. Yeah, you didn't know I could do that did you? Oh, you'll take the food whether you want to or not if I go tell Jose. See I know this because I went to him before when you told me you couldn't take food to one of my clients. He told me "THAT IS YOUR JOB!!!' And if I asked you AGAIN and you told me no, just come and tell him and he would MAKE you do it. The reason I'm hesitant is because I'm actually cool with this person and don't want to start any shit but, IT IS YOUR JOB. Normaly I would make my own drop offs but I don't have a car right now. My girlfriend went back to school and started on Monday so I've been getting rides to and from work from my co-workers. She knows this, and I just can't understand why she is tripping. Also they have been tripping around here about me not having a car and I don't want to draw any attention to myself. When I first got the job, no one said anything about having to have a car but now that I'm not driving, Lori is trying to make a big deal out of if. When I did drive daily, I didn't do home visits anyway so I don't understand what the problem is. If I did do a home visit, the CM Tech drove me anyway. See this is why I don't get it. She'll break her neck to "TAKE ME" any other time so whatdafuxup now!!!!!!!!! Before, it would be "I have to take Char..." My car would be sitting right in the garage but she still felt the need to "Take Me." I am not feeling her right now anyway. That's why I don't make "friends" at work.

Per Lucky Mommy's Request

I know I haven't updated this blog since 6/22 but with good reason. Its not that nothing has been happening at work. Its that too much has been happening at work and I haven't had a free moment. Like just now, I was interrupted by an annoying co-worker asking me how to spell Kiara. I don't fuckin know, my name is Charmaine. Anyway. where do I begin. It all started 8 months ago when they decided to hire a 63 year old man "buying time until retirement." This man (a great case manager as Lori would say) has not done one fucking thing since he's been here and it is showing. Last week, he was involved in a car accident outside of a bar. Was he coming from the bar, we don't know, but we strongly suspect. Well, there was a police chase involving a man who had just murdered his mother. The cops were chasing him and he side swiped a bunch of cars one being Richard's. He claimed whiplash!! Therefore excusing him from work for a few days. Was he even in the car? Who knows??? Anyway, he had also been having problems with his throat and for the last 3 months he voice was merely a whisper. He finally went and got it checked out and a leision was found on his throat and he was scheduled for surgery today. With all this going on, he is out of the office until 7/23. Well when anyone is out, their case load is divided amongst the remaining case managers. On Wednesday, I was sent to look in one of his charts for a doucment that was supposed to be turned in to the housing program on 6/30. That shit wasn't there. I told Lori who make up 15 excuses for why it wasn't there and where it could have been. "Look in some other charts." She orders, "Maybe it was misfiled." Me: "Bitch, it ain't there." So she calls him at home. It must be in so and so's file. Nope, wasn't there either. All the while, I'm like he didn't do that shit. She didn't want to believe it. Well while looking through 50 other charts to see if the form was misfiled, I found many other things that were either incomplete, missing or in the wrong place all together. Running to Lori I say, "His charts are ALL screwed up." She brushed that shit off. O.K. Next day, she sends me in there looking for something else that didn't exist. All the while she is still looking for the first "Misfiled" document still believing that he somehow completed it and it disappeared. He doucmented in the notes that he faxed it to the housing program. Why are the calling saying that they didn't get it. "Maybe he gave it back to the client." She says. Me making things worse, "After faxing it when it should have gone in the chart?" She just looked stupid. Her, "I can't figure out why he would say he faxed it if he didn't?'' YOU BIG DUMMY!!!!!!! I've never met a more stupid bitch in my life. Had it been anyone else, they would have been written up. Why is she giving him the benefit of doubt. Who knows. Well things continued to unfold until Friday afternoon before we got off at one, everyone started telling her all the shit that he has been doing since day one. Like coming to me everyday asking how to fill out simple everyday forms, leaving early because he claimed he came in @ 7. Who comes in to work at seven and doesn't have to be here until 9. I couldn't sleep he said. So that means he leaves @ 2:30??? I think not. But I guess its cool when you go to the big boss John B and he says its o.k. Why is Richard so buddy buddy with John. He'll go right over the supervisor's head straight to the boss. Well by the time I got done dropping all the dimes I had, Lori was ready to call him and fire him then. He's just been skating around here not doing shit. She says he is really good with the clients. My thing is really good with the clients don't get us paid, proper documentation paper work does. If we were to get audited tomorrow, we would lose all of our funds because this ass hole is buying time. So now I have 10 additoinal clients and no more fucking money. So that's what's happening at work.

Good News!!!

This just in: Lil John has just announced that instead of having off on July 3rd and 4th, we'll work on July 3rd and have off on the 4th, 5th and 6th. Well will return to work on July 9th. Oh Joy!!!! Now I don't have to use my vacation days. Not that I have anything planned, I'm just excited about being off and wanted to share this tid bit. Anyway nothing is going on around here today. Everyone is just waiting for 1 p,m as usual. This is our Friday routine. Come in at 9 and look busy until around 12:30. No one can compose themselves past that time. Then its like 5th grade when you're sitting at your desk with your hands folded, sitting up nice and straight with all your stuff packed up waiting for the dismissal bell or for your teacher to call the quietest person to line up. This is torture. Its only 10:20.

Good News!!!