I had 22 visits scheduled–that’s 22 appointments at 22 different homes with 22 different families. I actually prefer being busy to being bored all week, but still, that’s a lot. However, 6 of these visits were cancelled (some at the last minute–thanks for that), along with an evaluation, which is supposed to take up a three-hour chunk of my Tuesday. So much for being busy, but
I presented a 1-hour training to about 80 preschool/child care teachers. Prep time for this = way more than an hour. Between this and the 22 families I was supposed to see, I don’t think there was a single minute of my week that I wasn’t working my ass off.
Yet another week went by without hearing about the raise I asked for. Have I mentioned that in addition to taking over the training program last November, I was also recently given another person’s caseload when she quit–and there are no plans to hire a replacement? How appreciated at work am I feeling these days? Not very.
During one of my home visits, the family I was working with was harassed by a possibly crazy person with a large kitchen knife in his hand. No joke. Probably the scariest moment of my life. I honestly thought I was about to witness a stabbing. Or get stabbed. Fortunately, the guy walked away, and no one was hurt. Badly shaken, but not injured. And the police showed up promptly to arrest him.
Thursday I worked a 9 1/2 hour day. The only upside to this was that I got to come home at 2:30 on Friday.
Vacation? Yes, please. Not going to happen anytime soon.