Theinappropriatesocialworker's Blog

Student Loans I curse thee

theinappropriatesocialworker — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 01:43:53 +0000

The dreaded Direct Loans statement came in the mail today. I’ve been feeling pretty good so thought, what the hey, I’ll open it up this month. So, apparently the US Department of Education wants over $800 a month from me to pay back student loan for my Master of Social Work degree. Yeah right! Fuck you very much lenders!!! Seriously, you bail out the banks, a herd of greedy, amoral, vile, asshats that given a second chance decide to pad their own wallets, and you have the nerve to expect me to pay back $800 a month. At the same time you (mostly the cold hearted Republicans) want to defund and cut spending to mental health and social service agencies making the likelihood I will even find a decent paying job questionable. Therefore, I am basically donating a percentage of my time and money to this country, to the socially, economically, and mentally disadvantaged citizens. Throw a little of that bail out money to the social workers will ya! The teachers get the love with the loan forgiveness and most teachers I know are dumb as rocks. (to the teachers that read this, I don’t mean you But seriously, it takes a lot of nerve to charge a social worker the tuition many are charged and then only pay in the 30,000′s with a Master’s. Could it be because the majority of social workers are women, and women in this country are expected to get married, therefore making their paycheck “extra” money for the household? Possibly, but that is another blog post. However, I will be adding the word chump on my business card because that is what I feel like for spending 70 grand on an education that nets me 34 grand a year. Jane Addams of 2009, MSW, and henceforth known as the US Depart of Education’s bitch. Maybe one day the collective we will value the mental well-being of children enough to pay those that work with underserved and disadvantaged children a living wage.

Starbucks Saturdays

theinappropriatesocialworker — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 14:10:42 +0000

Lying in bed trying to decide what to do first. I should be ordering presents for my nieces and nephews for Christmas, or cleaning my room, or going to the grocery store but those all sound like chores. I will table those tasks til tomorrow. Today I’m going to go to Starbucks grab a hot chocolate or a cafe mocha and read my book. I’ve started the new Oprah book, so far so good, but as it is an Oprah selection I’m waiting for the protaganist to have to endure some pain and suffering with no happy ending. But if the writing is good I’ll suffer through with my cafe mocha and reduced fat cinnamon coffee cake.

Sun on a dreary day

theinappropriatesocialworker — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 01:42:10 +0000

The weather today was terrible. I was reminded that I no longer live out west where the sun shines over 300 days a year. The low gray clouds that hover in the air cast a dearly shadow over the city that penetrate ones mood. It is hard to be upbeat and optimistic when the weather is so depressive and pessimistic. It rained all afternoon. A heavy, cold rain that makes you question if it will ever cease. I went to the bookstore after work today, hoping the distraction and purchase of my book clubs next book would assist in distracting me from my recent melancholy. All the books laid out on the table, the colorful covers with their stories tucked inside the pages nice and snug on such a cold wet day remind me of my ambitions that go behind social work. The ambition to be a writer. I read the synopsis’ of the books and am either in awe of the stories that some authors can put down in words, or am reminded you do not have to be a literary genius to have your work published. I love my job as a social worker but unlike an author there is no tangible manifestation of my hard work. I do not have a finished product to show others, I complete my sessions and hope that my clients are able to apply what they have learned to their life. Authors are able to touch their success. They can show their success to others. As a social worker it is amazing how long just a hint of recognition that my client has progressed and accomplish a goal will sustain me. A client achieving a goal serves as a bright sun shining defiantly in the sky.

Lexapro Stat!

theinappropriatesocialworker — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 03:52:12 +0000

Made it to Friday, just barely. Outpatient client today had some bizarre and violent behaviors with suicidal comments so had to spend an hour on the phone going through the hospitalization process. Again, the Holiday Blitz is in full effect. Came home and had too much time on my hands and too much time, curiosity, and the internet is not a great combination. My alias facebook page designed to “friend” my exes mistress to glean whether they were still together at the time somehow, miraculously, unfortunately opened itself up on my browser. I’m sure my fingers typing in the username and password did not help this immaculate connection. I confirmed what I already knew, that she has been living with her “amazing boyfriend” since I moved out of the house. What a little street whore. Considered checking myself into the looney bin but instead talked to my mother and sister. The hard part is that other people in the life of a jilted spouse move on. The real loneliness of a divorce comes much later. Eventually people believe one should move on and the statute of limitations on feelings sad expires. You are left alone with your feelings, and worse than that, alone with the memories and images of the ex and his skank flirting. There comes a time when you know that others are tired and so they begin to read not talking about the divorce as a sign that your over it. I’m not over it. It hurts. It hurts worse knowing they are living a happy, “amazing” life together, and I still hurt. There are days when I wonder, “what the fuck am I doing I’m the the craziest person in the room” as I contemplate how I ended up as a social worker that spends much of her time working the 50 minute hour. One thing a divorce will teach you, is that life throws some pretty bizarre and unexpected shit at you. Being a social worker has taught me is that medicine can be your friend and why suffer without it when you can feel a little better with it. After crying to my mom and sister I re-applied my makeup (because nothing says desperate like picking up your anti-depressant prescription with a tear stained face, its kinda like picking up Viagra in your underwear) and high tailed it to Walgreens to pick up the little white pills.

BlogCatalog

theinappropriatesocialworker — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 23:09:21 +0000

BlogCatalog

An Army of Santas

theinappropriatesocialworker — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 01:39:55 +0000

I’m 8.5 hours away from the weekend and am looking forward to finishing up Breaking Dawn and watching some crappy Bravo reality TV. Here’s hoping for a Housewives/Tabitha’s Salon Takeover back to back marathon. The weather is getting chilly, all the kids in the community I work in seem to be collectively losing their shit so that can only mean that we are in the middle of the Holiday season. While the holidays are a favorite time of year for many my job reminds me there is nothing merry about this time of year for many families. The pressure to provide a fabulous holiday for your children, which in this county, in this society, means buying incredibly expensive toys, ie. game systems, that do nothing but foster aggression in kids can be overwhelming. Parents become stressed and in term the kids that live with them become stressed as well. I do not think that it is a coincidence that it is this time of year that the family resource person at the schools I’m at are begging for more donations of underwear and pants because the kids keep shitting their pants. Literally….shitting….their…pants. It is about this time that parents have to let their kids know that there might not be many presents this year. Kids act like it is ok, but really it frickin sucks. Schools, stores, commercials, television, and movies all revolve around whether kids have been naughty or nice, whether they have earned that great Christmas gift when in reality for many it doesn’t really matter. The commercials with the great new toy is just a reminder of what other kids are getting this year. The television shows and movies where the kid wakes up to find Santa has left exactly what they wanted for Christmas is a slap in the face because such “miracles” will not become a reality. This is the time of year many social workers are working their asses off to gather resources and donations to assist their most needy clients. They are constantly helping their clients process the depressive feelings as the season of family becomes a fucking nightmare when you have no family. So while the fantasy of a large jolly man with a white beard and a tummy like a bowl full of jelly, may just be exactly that, a fantasy, there are many Santas in your community. They aren’t sliding down the chimmney with material goods but they are walking through the front door on their home visits bringing with them validation, comfort, and a listening ear.

Regrets

theinappropriatesocialworker — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 23:59:51 +0000

I hear about the Tiger Woods scandel and it makes my blood boil. I’m enraged. Not because of anything having to do with Tiger and his family. I feel for his wife, to be humilated and have it be so public must be excruiating. When Tiger opens his filthy trap about wanting privacy it makes me sick because apparently he invited evey loose tramp in Vegas into their marriage. My husband, or ex husband, came home one day and told me he was in love with Val. Val is a stupid, sloppy, whore that taught math in the classroom next to my husband. I knew her, we all hung out together, she came came over to our house. I was suspicious of her intentions for months and the hubby told me everything was kosher. Then one day it wasn’t. I was going to confront her once prior to my husband admitting he was in love with her, but my husband told me not to and at the time i didn’t want to make him angry with me. Not confronting her is one of my biggest regrets. My husband insists they didn’t have sex until after he left me, and I believe him. Not because of the great moral character he has demonstrated but because he came home one night, the night before he left after being with her til 3am and I’m almost certain by the way he was acting he either made it to 3rd base or actually went all the way at that time. My husband does not believe he had an affair because he didn’t have sex. He does not believe falling in love with another woman and spending all your time with a woman that is not your wife qualifies as an affair. I assume neither does the hoebag. Tiger’s wife called and confronted that bitch, and I wish I did too. Val is still with my ex after 3 years and lives in my house. A house I only lived in for 3 months. The fucker bought a house with me, used up our savings, then leaves. Of course as a social worker I couldn’t afford the mortgage so I was forced to leave and she slid right on in. Completely stealing my life- without the debt. I wish I could take a golf club to their car, I wish I could call up that bitch and chew her out, let her know I think she is a sleezebag, mennonite whore. (yea, she’s mennonite-a step down from Amish. I now have a irrational hatred toward mennonites) I am living vicariously through Tiger’s wife, as are other scorned ex wives. Shit-that must have felt frickin awesome putting that club through his window. She might be wishing she hadn’t done it right now, but in 3 years the memory of confronting that homewrecker and smashing that golf club through his window will help her sleep at night.

The Social Worker’s Professional Research

theinappropriatesocialworker — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 01:14:34 +0000

Omarosa thinks we should “celebrate” the fact that Tiger was not injured in his accident and he is still around for us to enjoy. Oh please! Yes we are glad he wasn’t injuried seriously in the car accident but I hardly believe some arrogrant man whore is a national treasure.

In other news, I’ve been reading the Twilight series books like a raving lunatic. To those that don’t know me well I’d say I was mearly engaging in professional research. I work with tweens and teenagers that worship these characters and speak of them like they are BFF’s. A responsible social worker would educate themselves about these characters to better communicate with their clients. Now, if you were my friend I’d say these books are delicious and I can hardly get enough of them. I’d speak about the characters to you as if they are my BBFs. These books are vampire porn disguised as a love story amongst teenagers. Seriously, the writing about how badly Bella wants to have sex with Edward and the events leading up to Edward and Bella “doing the deed” is erotic. I’ve heard that middle aged women have described the Twilight series as foreplay. As a 30 year old divorcee that hasn’t gotten laid in a year…..Co-Sign!

Monday Musings

theinappropriatesocialworker — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:06:22 +0000

Got up late for work today and was behind the eight ball the whole day. Made one CPS referral, one family session where the kid refused to go to class after the session and walked out the door, and one email from a clients inpatient social worker stating the nurses and doctor are frusterated with my client’s mother and so would like to discharge. Of course the clients behaviors have not abated or decreased in intensity, nor have they adjusted the client’s medication but the mother is a pain in some doctor’s ass and so he now “favors” discharge. The mother questions the behavorial techniques of the staff members taking care of her child, a child under 10 years old, and she is told, “people who do this job like kids and wouldn’t mistreat a child.” Bitch please, aside from that being so invalidating it is also wrong. Even people that work as nurses, doctors, social workers, etc can mistreat children and why should this mother believe only the good guys work at this particular hospital??? Your a mother with a mentally ill child, you are an abuse survivor yourself, and you having the balls to ask people in power to explain their reasoning behind the treatment choices regarding your child, not to mention the fact that you are a single mother, with multiple baby daddy’s, poor, young and your child will be released from a psychiatric hospital before the medication has been adjusted or behavioral symptoms have decreased because some egomaniac doctor and bitchy nurses are annoyed. Your social worker attempts to maintain professionalism by not joining with you in trashing the hospital as it is run by the same company she works for, but, she will have the inpatient admissions number on speed dial!

It’s a zoo at Tiger’s house

theinappropriatesocialworker — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 01:14:13 +0000

Hey media pundits the reason the Tiger Woods story is a big deal to people is because it revolves around the shunned topic of domestic violence where the male is the victim. The fact that Tiger Woods is a bit of a deuche bag that acts annoyed with the press and public that adore him is just another componet to stoke the media fire. I keep hearing people ask why this is a police matter. Listen close asshats-its a police matter because it sounds like there is possiblity that Tiger was fleeing from his irate wife. He didn’t just have an accident, he had an accident because he ran out of his house trying to escape his wife. The police reports states he wasn’t even wearing shoes??? Tiger isn’t refusing to speak to police because he values his privacy. That is part of it, but it sounds like he has injuries to his face and is waiting for those injuries to heal before speaking with police. They are seeking his hospital records to see whether his injuries are consistent with the car accident. It is also an interesting to ponder why the wife came to the car with a golf club when she supposedly heard the accident and then smashed the back windows of the SUV to get him out when he was in the front drivers seat? Injuries, destruction of property, a spouse fleeing from the other in middle of the night??? Sounds to me like Tiger is protecting his wife from a possible domestic violence charge. Not to mention Tiger wanting to keep the fact he was whoring around private if that was indeed the case. And I’m sure the ”friend” that has stated Tiger told him he needed to go to Zales and get ”Kobe Special” Stat, won’t be getting a muffin basket this Christmas. Zales, Tiger….serioulsy? You better take yourself to Tiffany’s for this shit, if you were cheating. Serioulsy though folks even someone like Tiger Woods can be the victim of domestic violence. I can appreciate being so angry at your husband when you find out they’ve had an affair that you want to scratch his face off. Trust me, I’ve been there. However, when one actually tries to scratch someones face off and then that person feels they need to flee the home it becomes the police’s business and it isn’t about the accident it is about the possibility Tiger Woods is a victim of domestic violence and his reaction is consistent with many victims. He is protecting his abuser and blaming himself. Its what I tell my clients-Hands are not for hitting, no matter what!!!!