The Good Ol' American Way

Work.


That's really all I have to say.  We wake up, get ready for the day, put in our 8 hours, and come home.  The people in the trenches, like me, get paid a pittance compared to the office staff, which is bogus since we do the actual dirty work.  If any of the office staff ever read this, they'd be angry, but they're lazy!  They leave their dirty dishes all over the kitchen, which I clean because I hate the smell after awhile, and even use up the last of the toilet paper without replacing the roll.  Maybe they think there's a toilet paper angel who comes around and makes everything right again.  (Yea...me.)  Or maybe I've taken on a few OCD tendencies from one of our consumers.

Don't get me wrong.  I love what I do.  Even the menial chores, like showering and toileting don't really bother me.  I've established good relationships with the consumers so they trust me...that makes it so much easier.  It's weird, but I actually miss them when I have a day off.  I just wish everyone would do the same...do unto others and all that.

I work with some awesome staff, though.  Other than the toilet paper roll and the dirty dishes, they're some of the nicest people I've ever worked with.  I'm sure they have tons of things to do, unbeknownst to me, so I'm complaining about things I have no idea of.  No one gossips or talks about things they shouldn't be.  Our new girl is a breath of fresh air (she's about 20 and pregnant with her first baby), and the rest of the DSPs (Direct Service Professional) I've worked with since day 1.

So all in all, my job is a good one.  First and foremost, I'm thankful I have a job.  So many in this country don't and we need to be praying for those people.