O.K. here goes.... Yesturday on my way to the alf my right car window died between the half up and down position. Swhuueet. Now I drive a "Who Dat".... Who Dat be drivin that carrrr....learned that in crack town. Or it could be called a Hoppitdy either way it looks sexy hot with a black garbage bag on the right side window. Ya baby that's me rollin. I actually take off the bag when I drive and put it back on when I get home. The haters be haten what can I say?
Yesturday I did the alf lady. She is a sweet lady. Did her then went on to a VA house first and last time. Today head up 20 something miles for a 12 hour shift from 6:30a to 6:30p. What a hot mess that was. The couple were lovely. The wife got her kidney stones blasted apart yesturday by a lasier I do belive. Anyway they do that then send her home the same day. I meet her @ 7:10 in the morning looking not good. She said she was in pain and that is how the day began. It was a hot mess of a day with a total of 21 phone calls to my agency and a pushy neighbor who bullied her way into the house and into the hospital. She was so pissed that I wouldn't let her in right a way ( she couldn't do anything anyway she is not family) to see her. She was fit to be tied. So she calls her daughter and ties up the line while my angency is trying to call the daughter to let her know her Mom is in the hospital and everything will eventually be ok. Ya. Good times. By the time I left I was sooooo tired. The on line coordinator called me and apologized. I just out her plain out if I was going to be fired over this. She said not to worry about it. OK fine - I won't . . . but I will.
Now as for tomarrow it shaped up nicely. I have one client from 8:30 to 12:30 and another from 2 to 8 and there not far apart just a long day. The last one is a Penthouse Suite on the beach. The lady is 91. I get to use the bathroom on the left. I don't care ~ it's $ and you can't take it with you. Well now I think I have written enough. Got a busy day tomarrow. Thank goodness. I am blessed.
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