Hubby has been out of work since September, when he lost his job due to the fact that he started having massive panic attacks every time he thought about going there. Then he started having them whenever he left the house. Things have been insanely tight and we came within a millimeter of losing our house; for the moment we have our heads above water but one more vehicle breakdown is going to sink us again.
So Friday he went and applied for a job. The pay is crap, but the work is, I think, something he can handle - helping to supervise a pair of autistic gentlemen in their day-to-day lives, which should be a snap compared to what he used to do, which was attempt to supervise up to 20 criminally insane psychopaths who were never confined or disciplined in any way because the hospital administration decided that “This is their hoo-oome, they need to be at ease!” The number of times my husband came home with scratches and bruises and bite-marks…
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Sorry, I’m bitter. Anyway, to get back to the point…we really really need this job. Good thoughts and wishes, please?
My mother has a theory that when someone dies and gets to Heaven, God lets them do a favor for the people they left behind, as a way to say “hey peeps, I got in.”
My cousin died last week; I’ll be asking him for help with this. And in case he’s still arguing with St Pete, I’ll also ask a few folks who are supposed to be “certified arrivals…”
Oh man, The Them, can you imagine having to look after a bunch of Dopers? Oh, hi, mods!
now who the heck is the patron saint of nurses and suchlike… google is my friend… St John of God works for me, my bros were born in a clinic named after him and they have all the right body parts.
Wait, I think I got some spare vibes here. rummage rummage
No, that one’s no good. Wait a minute … Oh here’s one still in the wrapper! I was saving it for, well never mind, you can have it.
