Ummm for Unemployed
A for Artist next? B means (going for) Broke. I and Y for 'If not, why not?'
I've spent 3 years (on and off) being a social support worker. Within the first few months on the job I told my manager that I like to be challenged, well ever since then I've been placed in teams to work with service-users that do exactly that. What a brilliant experience it has been.
Some challenging situations that no amount of education could ever have prepared me for but mostly they've been heart-warming experiences. Either way they have all been passion-filled, I love this type of work!
To the 21 year old girl who beat up her parents so was put in care. You tried to kick and punch me, you swore at me with every possible obscene word whilst trying to throw yourself in front of the buses - I do not miss you.
To the woman who I got up at 6am for, to travel to a dodgy area of town and then have to stand out in the dark winter mornings for you to let me in. Then inhale your cigarette smoke whilst you refused to Ever have a bath. I'm sorry that you lit your hair on fire and had to be sectioned. I tried my absolute best. (Happy Dave, the cups of tea you made for me after those shifts were a life-saver)
To the lady who has minimal contact with the outside world albeit a few medical workers. You put me in the spot light (quite literally) whilst we sat in your attic chatting and eating banana and chocolate pancakes. They were delicious, though I could barely talk after those shifts as my mind was 'blank'. I'm sorry if I ever spoke too loudly, wore clothes that were too bright or touched/brushed against anything in your flat. We taught each other so much and I wish I could give you a big hug to say thanks, but I know autism doesn't allow for that. You gave me a big dose of camera envy, it's not quite the Nikon D200 but the D50 works well for me.
To the woman who caused me so many sleepless nights and made me change from a permanent employee to a contractor. You screamed and shouted at me, so I made you cry. Now we are such good friends. Not matter where I'm living in the world I will be back here to dance the Hokey Cokey with you at your 60th birthday party. Last year you could barely stand and now you are walking a few hundred steps at a time. Damn it, you will probably out-dance me at that party!!!
To the man who has caused me much heartache in this job. You refuse to talk to me and my colleagues. We try our best but you make most of us cry. However this morning you said something wise. Whilst angered by your circumstances, you hissed at me "You should not be doing this job". Well today I agree with you.
I can't continue it right now as my family (and myself) now need my attention. Once my parents have settled somewhere here, I'm going to a place where the streets have no name :-) Or rather they are in some funky Indian language. I won't be flying into the sunrise tomorrow, not even this year as I want to spend Christmas with my family and attend my best friend's wedding in Africa early next year. Plus I guess a bit of money in the bank might help.
I also stands for irrational move. But who knows what 'I' really is? ... Life is what you make of it!
I've spent 3 years (on and off) being a social support worker. Within the first few months on the job I told my manager that I like to be challenged, well ever since then I've been placed in teams to work with service-users that do exactly that. What a brilliant experience it has been.
Some challenging situations that no amount of education could ever have prepared me for but mostly they've been heart-warming experiences. Either way they have all been passion-filled, I love this type of work!
To the 21 year old girl who beat up her parents so was put in care. You tried to kick and punch me, you swore at me with every possible obscene word whilst trying to throw yourself in front of the buses - I do not miss you.
To the woman who I got up at 6am for, to travel to a dodgy area of town and then have to stand out in the dark winter mornings for you to let me in. Then inhale your cigarette smoke whilst you refused to Ever have a bath. I'm sorry that you lit your hair on fire and had to be sectioned. I tried my absolute best. (Happy Dave, the cups of tea you made for me after those shifts were a life-saver)
To the lady who has minimal contact with the outside world albeit a few medical workers. You put me in the spot light (quite literally) whilst we sat in your attic chatting and eating banana and chocolate pancakes. They were delicious, though I could barely talk after those shifts as my mind was 'blank'. I'm sorry if I ever spoke too loudly, wore clothes that were too bright or touched/brushed against anything in your flat. We taught each other so much and I wish I could give you a big hug to say thanks, but I know autism doesn't allow for that. You gave me a big dose of camera envy, it's not quite the Nikon D200 but the D50 works well for me.
To the woman who caused me so many sleepless nights and made me change from a permanent employee to a contractor. You screamed and shouted at me, so I made you cry. Now we are such good friends. Not matter where I'm living in the world I will be back here to dance the Hokey Cokey with you at your 60th birthday party. Last year you could barely stand and now you are walking a few hundred steps at a time. Damn it, you will probably out-dance me at that party!!!
To the man who has caused me much heartache in this job. You refuse to talk to me and my colleagues. We try our best but you make most of us cry. However this morning you said something wise. Whilst angered by your circumstances, you hissed at me "You should not be doing this job". Well today I agree with you.
I can't continue it right now as my family (and myself) now need my attention. Once my parents have settled somewhere here, I'm going to a place where the streets have no name :-) Or rather they are in some funky Indian language. I won't be flying into the sunrise tomorrow, not even this year as I want to spend Christmas with my family and attend my best friend's wedding in Africa early next year. Plus I guess a bit of money in the bank might help.
I also stands for irrational move. But who knows what 'I' really is? ... Life is what you make of it!
posted by Shirlz at 2:22 pm
4 Comments:
Big and lots of hugs for you! :)
Danyewad!
PS Though I'm guessing (living in the South) you speak a different language to Hindi?
I live in South because that is where my office is and sadly I hardly understand the local language here. I know Hindi very well. But I am from Central India and my mother tongue is not Hindi.
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