More Salmonella Than You Can Handle

Moving to Canada!

Today, I was supposed to have a conversation with a counselor about her lack of willingness to help cover groups when we’re short-staffed.

I received a text from her this morning that she’s sick and won’t be in today.

I just learned she was talking with a client yesterday and told him she wasn’t sure if she was going to be here today.

Also, she texted the treatment owner first and he had to tell her to text me, since I’m her direct supervisor.

To say I’m suspicious of her is an understatement.

I relate.

I attended my first gala.

The number of Andrew Tate apologists I’ve encountered is frightening.

It’s one of those days where I looked up the lyrics to “Escape (The Pina Colada Song)” because a client was singing it.

I’m glad the ‘70’s are in the rear view.