I work with adults with developmental disabilities. Technically, I'm a case manager and the behavior specialist. That means that my office changes from the principal's office to the guidance counselor's office numerous times a day. So does my role. It's not always easy, especially when I have half of our client base on my caseload and everyone has a heart wrenching story. I'm an emotional mess most of the time and it's been ten times worse lately. I can often be found staring out my window crying at someone's story, consciously willing myself not to hide under my desk because it's not the "professional" thing to do.
Today was a different story. Other than my usual hugs and kisses on top of the head that I get, I actually happy danced around my office and up and down the hallway for a good 5-10 minutes. My cheeks hurt. I have a client who is in her late 50s with dementia, though it's not officially diagnosed. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out, though, when she still doesn't know my name after 6.5 years and can't remember what day it is. She frequently tells me she talked to her mom. Her mom passed away several years ago. Her brother and her sister do not take care of her and it's been hell trying to get her the proper services and funding to allow her to have staffing to take her to medical appointments because the state of Maryland doesn't give a damn. I'll save you the soapbox.
Today? Today I got a care provider to say yes. Today I got to start the process of moving her in with a family who will love her and take care of her. Today I made her life better. Today freakin' rocked!
I might have to call out the rest of the week. Work peaked on a Tuesday... there's no way Wednesday through Friday is going to top this.
As everyone knows, Italians are very physically expressive by nature. My own kin informed me tonight that I have approximately 10,000 different facial and hand gestures to convey 'fuck, I knew it'. They then proceeded to identify, and I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. Highlights include:
So I'd been ranting about eye issues elsewhere, and while I do have a torn cornea, it had started healing well on its own and now I get to wear an eye patch. Which is somehow a highlight.
And I'm probably buying a new computer this weekend so I can move off my Chromebook and actually use Mudlet again. Bonus.
It was a good week overall: new badass PC, new business laptop, 1st pay from work, successfully defending MSc Thesis on Software Engineering with the hardass Principal in the Viva committee, offer for fully-funded part-time PhD afterwords, got my Novus weapon in FFXIV and met a nice girl that is definitely into me because she lied when she told me that I am very handsome (this is a fact), the smartest person she ever met (another fact) and extremely funny (biggest lie ever).
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
No Friday is worth living without perusing Xenomorph's smut dumpster-gone-gut truck appetizing your literary senses with repugnant smut so vulgar you can hardly believe he found a new vector for pink eye. Today's eye porn, Michael Moore's recent comment on snipers:
The Marxist granola silo, Michael Moore, bleating a Häagen-Dazs laced insult to English reading world goers via Tw@ter, with his Chris Kyle anti-military ignorant comment snipers are* cowardly, is as foolish as his pizza that thinks maybe he'll spare one slice. Clearly, this pinko half-Hutt, half-Mud sloth is the antithesis of a sniper. Simply put, Michael Moore is the hulking and grotesque visage of some 12-15 morbidly obese shitstacked liberals sent to save the world like some f**ked up diabetic Voltron.
*I can speak for my ilk, snipers, but I don't nor does it matter. People ask me what I think of all this, Hollywood types choosing the opportunity to discuss the sniper. I can promise you my brain is tuned in a vastly alien frequency and timing order that I view the world and the whirlwind of agendas in a way all my own. Is the sniper a coward? Is he not? My answer from my experiences: the sniper is.
Whether a bandwagon rallies this way or that way, it's so irrelevant to the end state when the dust settles: the sniper simply is. We do what we do, which is so far more complex than what people think that means, and nothing in the news will change the non existent irrelevant opinion of the shadow.
Observation alone can deliver damage incalculable by combining an almost red belt degree of patience very few can comprehend, simultaneously analyzing everything yet firing no shot -by seeing those that never knew why loneliness suddenly evades a person.
TL/DR: We are all going to die one day and absolutely nothing matters like I cannot begin to properly convey. This fact should cling to you daily, if not, I want what you're on.
No Friday is worth living without perusing Xenomorph's smut dumpster-gone-gut truck appetizing your literary senses with repugnant smut so vulgar you can hardly believe he found a new vector for pink eye. Today's eye porn, Michael Moore's recent comment on snipers:
The Marxist granola silo, Michael Moore, bleating a Häagen-Dazs laced insult to English reading world goers via Tw@ter, with his Chris Kyle anti-military ignorant comment snipers are* cowardly, is as foolish as his pizza that thinks maybe he'll spare one slice. Clearly, this pinko half-Hutt, half-Mud sloth is the antithesis of a sniper. Simply put, Michael Moore is the hulking and grotesque visage of some 12-15 morbidly obese shitstacked liberals sent to save the world like some f**ked up diabetic Voltron.
*I can speak for my ilk, snipers, but I don't nor does it matter. People ask me what I think of all this, Hollywood types choosing the opportunity to discuss the sniper. I can promise you my brain is tuned in a vastly alien frequency and timing order that I view the world and the whirlwind of agendas in a way all my own. Is the sniper a coward? Is he not? My answer from my experiences: the sniper is.
Whether a bandwagon rallies this way or that way, it's so irrelevant to the end state when the dust settles: the sniper simply is. We do what we do, which is so far more complex than what people think that means, and nothing in the news will change the non existent irrelevant opinion of the shadow.
Observation alone can deliver damage incalculable by combining an almost red belt degree of patience very few can comprehend, simultaneously analyzing everything yet firing no shot -by seeing those that never knew why loneliness suddenly evades a person.
TL/DR: We are all going to die one day and absolutely nothing matters like I cannot begin to properly convey. This fact should cling to you daily, if not, I want what you're on.
Honestly, it ain't even about the money anymore. When you realize that no amount of pay can compensate for the fact I can't unsee what I now know.
Truth be told, if I was back in Detroit right now, I'd throw my wallet in a dumpster, remove my t-shirt, do-rag -no doubt, toothpick in, Soulja boy head bobbin, and one pant leg rolled up. I blend into anonymity and swagger off into a sea of pimps and tricks and hustla's. NBA ain't signed me, I'm told this is actually a soccer ball, and this crack ain't gonna sell itself.
Can I just get a god's honest come at me bro? For once? I'm good Trey, thank you. Can you tell the police I'm your retarded child, and tell them I know not what I do but can Dustin Hoffman a stack of Dominos if we playin for paper, man I make it rain, yo.
Ok, this is utter shite even for me. A spam bot like me knows when to turn phone on airplane mode, open that notepad where nobody innocent gets shat on, and I can gleefully insult bit after pissed off bit until more typing than I can fathom lay ahead.
#MKR2015 Been waiting so long for this to start and it looks like it's going to be a good season too!
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
#MKR2015 Been waiting so long for this to start and it looks like it's going to be a good season too!
uhh... Magic Knight Rayearth?
My Kitchen Rules
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
So I ranted recently that my skullcandy earbuds, after nearly two years, had the sound no longer coming out of the left side. I sent them in on Friday, thinking I'd be without a decent pair for at least a month (the website said to allow 4-6 weeks to process). Over the weekend, I found a pair of decently-branded earbuds on sale online from $25 to $2.95 and free shipping. I ordered them, knowing it'd be about two weeks before they got here but not at all unhappy about it, figuring they'd be a good temporary replacement until I get mine, and then I can pass them on to the boyfriend (who could also use a new pair himself).
My package to their location in Utah arrived yesterday afternoon (woohoo first class mail), and on top of that, it got processed at around noon today, so literally four days of waiting, instead of four or more weeks. I got a full refund (which is hilarious, since I bought them on sale for $17 and change, but the full refund is $20) in the form of a coupon code, which I applied towards these babies. $10 to turn in used headphones and get a new, upgraded pair? Yes please. Boyfriend gets the other likely to be mostly unused pair himself, so win win!
They should be here in 5-10 days, as well, so I'm totally excited - now I just wonder which will arrive first . Also looking into possibly getting three 3DS games (Majora's Mask, Story of Seasons (the new Harvest Moon), and Mario Kart 7) when my refund gets here (HURRY UP IRS) for around $85, which is amazing for brand new games, and two of them not even released yet. It's nice to be able to purchase a few entertaining and pleasant extras, instead of having to be annoyed at things breaking and being too expensive to replace.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Harper Lee is publishing a new book called "Go Set a Watchman." It's essentially a sequel to "To Kill a Mockingbird" which is one of my two favorite books of all time. My cat is named after Scout from the book. I don't care how big of a nerd this makes me (none of you have room to talk - we all play a text-based game), this is literally the highlight of my day! The countdown to July is on.
My roommate has a serious concussion and wasn't talking for four days. Tonight I show up and she's talking up a storm. We watched a movie together and I don't think I was ever so more greatful for her mid movie commentary.
there's still swelling around her spinal cord cord but she can Move and feel most of her torso. Doctors are hoping there's no pertinent damage, and with the swelling going down quickly it's jut a matter of time.
This year is.. Like a year of concerts for me. First, there was an Ed Sheeran concert (in March) which I bought tickets for, then a Lindsey Stirling concert (in March) which I also got tickets for.
Now, the Piano Guys are apparently coming down in April to a concert hall next to my workplace, and I can't resist wanting to gooooo! Ugh, this is going to be so expensive if I decide to go.. :S
"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
Just had my test for MRI specialisation today. Been waiting on the list for over a year, coming to 2 years. Had anxiety issues for the test since last November.
I had never been so intimidated for a test before! Just the silence was unbearable as you plan scan after scan, and the fact that you can see them scribble on a piece of paper by your side.
Ugh! At least it's over, which means I can relax fully on my two weeks' annual leave and vacation through Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year!
"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
Just had my test for MRI specialisation today. Been waiting on the list for over a year, coming to 2 years. Had anxiety issues for the test since last November.
I had never been so intimidated for a test before! Just the silence was unbearable as you plan scan after scan, and the fact that you can see them scribble on a piece of paper by your side.
Ugh! At least it's over, which means I can relax fully on my two weeks' annual leave and vacation through Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year!
There are several who have heard various stories about my 8 year old who has ADHD and Oppositional Defiant Disorder and just lives to push my buttons any possible way that he can find. I had a brief moment of panic today when I saw the Board of Education's number pop up on my phone. Tentatively answering it...
School: Hello, this is Mr. H, the Vice-Principal at [school] calling. Me: Oh, hello! (Internal dialogue: Oh, no, please don't be suspended from the bus again!) School: I wanted to call you about your son, C. Me: Mhmm... (Internal dialogue: Just tell me what he did...) School: He stopped me in the hall today and wanted me to read his journal. Me: Oh? (Internal dialogue: Oh crap, what did he write down? Is CPS going to be involved?) School: I went down and talked to Miss H who said she should have brought it to me. I read through it and we are just so proud of him. (Internal dialogue: Wait... what? WHAT happened?) I read through the whole thing and he has just made leaps and bounds of progress since school started. His writing and his detail have improved so much. Me: Oh.... um... thank you! School: We just wanted to tell you how proud we are of him. Me: Thank you, again. I'm, um, I'm not used to the good phone calls from school. (Internal dialogue: Ohmygodwhatjusthapppenedaretheysuretheyhavetherightkid?!)
Bragging left and right because these moments are very few and far between. Normally we're arguing over homework and actually trying his best. Thank God he has a pretty, blonde teacher this year (no, I'm not joking - the kid has always preferred blondes).
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Today was a different story. Other than my usual hugs and kisses on top of the head that I get, I actually happy danced around my office and up and down the hallway for a good 5-10 minutes. My cheeks hurt. I have a client who is in her late 50s with dementia, though it's not officially diagnosed. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out, though, when she still doesn't know my name after 6.5 years and can't remember what day it is. She frequently tells me she talked to her mom. Her mom passed away several years ago. Her brother and her sister do not take care of her and it's been hell trying to get her the proper services and funding to allow her to have staffing to take her to medical appointments because the state of Maryland doesn't give a damn. I'll save you the soapbox.
Today? Today I got a care provider to say yes. Today I got to start the process of moving her in with a family who will love her and take care of her. Today I made her life better. Today freakin' rocked!
I might have to call out the rest of the week. Work peaked on a Tuesday... there's no way Wednesday through Friday is going to top this.
As everyone knows, Italians are very physically expressive by nature. My own kin informed me tonight that I have approximately 10,000 different facial and hand gestures to convey 'fuck, I knew it'. They then proceeded to identify, and I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. Highlights include:
- the disappointed 'fuck, I knew it'
- the frustrated 'fuck, I knew it'
- the angry 'fuck, I knew it'
- the delayed 'fuck, I knew it'
and my personal favorite:And I'm probably buying a new computer this weekend so I can move off my Chromebook and actually use Mudlet again. Bonus.
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
*I can speak for my ilk, snipers, but I don't nor does it matter. People ask me what I think of all this, Hollywood types choosing the opportunity to discuss the sniper. I can promise you my brain is tuned in a vastly alien frequency and timing order that I view the world and the whirlwind of agendas in a way all my own. Is the sniper a coward? Is he not? My answer from my experiences: the sniper is.
Whether a bandwagon rallies this way or that way, it's so irrelevant to the end state when the dust settles: the sniper simply is. We do what we do, which is so far more complex than what people think that means, and nothing in the news will change the non existent irrelevant opinion of the shadow.
Observation alone can deliver damage incalculable by combining an almost red belt degree of patience very few can comprehend, simultaneously analyzing everything yet firing no shot -by seeing those that never knew why loneliness suddenly evades a person.
TL/DR: We are all going to die one day and absolutely nothing matters like I cannot begin to properly convey. This fact should cling to you daily, if not, I want what you're on.
Truth be told, if I was back in Detroit right now, I'd throw my wallet in a dumpster, remove my t-shirt, do-rag -no doubt, toothpick in, Soulja boy head bobbin, and one pant leg rolled up. I blend into anonymity and swagger off into a sea of pimps and tricks and hustla's. NBA ain't signed me, I'm told this is actually a soccer ball, and this crack ain't gonna sell itself.
Can I just get a god's honest come at me bro? For once? I'm good Trey, thank you. Can you tell the police I'm your retarded child, and tell them I know not what I do but can Dustin Hoffman a stack of Dominos if we playin for paper, man I make it rain, yo.
Ok, this is utter shite even for me. A spam bot like me knows when to turn phone on airplane mode, open that notepad where nobody innocent gets shat on, and I can gleefully insult bit after pissed off bit until more typing than I can fathom lay ahead.
But that Asia Cup final is up there with any sporting match (of any type) I've seen for stress and pressure (if not skill)
Bonus points for being one of the rare times I get to watch my team win (I think I'm cursed).
Album of Bluef during her time in Achaea
evenifshesanevilwitchwhoeatsbabiesandkillsunwedmothers
for those curious.
My package to their location in Utah arrived yesterday afternoon (woohoo first class mail), and on top of that, it got processed at around noon today, so literally four days of waiting, instead of four or more weeks. I got a full refund (which is hilarious, since I bought them on sale for $17 and change, but the full refund is $20) in the form of a coupon code, which I applied towards these babies. $10 to turn in used headphones and get a new, upgraded pair? Yes please. Boyfriend gets the other likely to be mostly unused pair himself, so win win!
They should be here in 5-10 days, as well, so I'm totally excited - now I just wonder which will arrive first . Also looking into possibly getting three 3DS games (Majora's Mask, Story of Seasons (the new Harvest Moon), and Mario Kart 7) when my refund gets here (HURRY UP IRS) for around $85, which is amazing for brand new games, and two of them not even released yet. It's nice to be able to purchase a few entertaining and pleasant extras, instead of having to be annoyed at things breaking and being too expensive to replace.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
there's still swelling around her spinal cord cord but she can Move and feel most of her torso. Doctors are hoping there's no pertinent damage, and with the swelling going down quickly it's jut a matter of time.
Now, the Piano Guys are apparently coming down in April to a concert hall next to my workplace, and I can't resist wanting to gooooo! Ugh, this is going to be so expensive if I decide to go.. :S
I had never been so intimidated for a test before! Just the silence was unbearable as you plan scan after scan, and the fact that you can see them scribble on a piece of paper by your side.
Ugh! At least it's over, which means I can relax fully on my two weeks' annual leave and vacation through Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year!
Anchors Aweigh
There are several who have heard various stories about my 8 year old who has ADHD and Oppositional Defiant Disorder and just lives to push my buttons any possible way that he can find. I had a brief moment of panic today when I saw the Board of Education's number pop up on my phone. Tentatively answering it...
School: Hello, this is Mr. H, the Vice-Principal at [school] calling.
Me: Oh, hello! (Internal dialogue: Oh, no, please don't be suspended from the bus again!)
School: I wanted to call you about your son, C.
Me: Mhmm... (Internal dialogue: Just tell me what he did...)
School: He stopped me in the hall today and wanted me to read his journal.
Me: Oh? (Internal dialogue: Oh crap, what did he write down? Is CPS going to be involved?)
School: I went down and talked to Miss H who said she should have brought it to me. I read through it and we are just so proud of him. (Internal dialogue: Wait... what? WHAT happened?) I read through the whole thing and he has just made leaps and bounds of progress since school started. His writing and his detail have improved so much.
Me: Oh.... um... thank you!
School: We just wanted to tell you how proud we are of him.
Me: Thank you, again. I'm, um, I'm not used to the good phone calls from school. (Internal dialogue: Ohmygodwhatjusthapppenedaretheysuretheyhavetherightkid?!)
Bragging left and right because these moments are very few and far between. Normally we're arguing over homework and actually trying his best. Thank God he has a pretty, blonde teacher this year (no, I'm not joking - the kid has always preferred blondes).