yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Catch-Up Wow, it's been awhile since I updated! Not entirely my fault. Last week was the week from hell. I almost punched somebody. If the children's counselor hadn't stepped in and told me to cool off I would have. See, the power-hungry daycare director really ticked me off. She has it in for one of my clients. She went a little too far last Monday. I've never punched anyone in my life, but I wouldn't have had a problem going over that desk at her. Of course I would have had to then turn in my resignation and my fingerprint clearance card. I never would have been able to work in Domestic Violence again. It would have been worth it. She had the nerve to lie in her documentation, too. The good thing is that we have four people's documentation showing that she lied. She's going down! Don't threaten my clients. My week just got worse after that. I exited a total of four clients and put three more on plans of action (the step below exiting). This is not something I enjoy, but when you refuse to follow the shelter rules and policies it has to be done. Get with the program people! Saturday night was fun, though. One of my best friends, FlyBoy--you remember him, don't you? Brought his fiancee for my approval. She's great! I really liked her. After they left I went to a Mexican Fiesta Party with my friends. We sang torch songs out on the patio and then went inside and played games until the wee hours. I love my friends. Remember the guy who blushed so nicely for me in church? He offered to change my oil for me. What a sweetheart. Monday I actually wrote the final draft of my letter to my Dad. It was hard. The worst thing about it was trying not to sound petty. I know that no matter how I word it, he's not going to understand, but for my own sake, I wanted it to be a very adult letter. It's done now. I sent it off to my surrogate dad to read and get his feedback, and then I'll send for real. My sister doesn't approve. She doesn't understand. I tried to explain to her it's because she loves him, she remembers him, she has more history with him. I don't. I can count on one hand the childhood memories I have with him. Less than half of those are nurturing. It's actually a really good letter, I might post some of the better paragraphs on the site here. But the letter itself is three pages, single spaced, 12 font. I don't think my Dad will want to read the whole thing, let alone anyone else. 9:09 a.m. - January 29, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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