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Coulda given that one a little more thought, maybe. |
06.24.07 |
** OK, as an addendum to the preceding, I didn't really molest the grody guy - I just kissed him on the lips. ICK. **
Anyways, moving on.
So tomorrow morning is the final meeting the with foster care licensor, and she has asked for Steven to be there. I *think* all the ducks are in a row: I've gotten all the safety equipment, all the fire alarms and fire extinquishers, all the non-skid bath mats and rubber mattress protectors. I've found a daycare facility that I'm pretty sure is gonna be the one. I've installed new shelving in the laundry room so the toxic cleaning supplies are out of reach. The room for the foster kid is tidy with fresh bedding and a teddy bear.
Today is supposed to be cleaning day. That will keep me occupied. I'm also supposed to be QCing some work to make up the hours I'm going to missing tomorrow at work. I brought home all the equipment, and the tapes, and the paperwork, but sitting here at my home computer this morning, it appears that I forgot the actual *transcripts*. Kinda critical to the whole "Let's QC some transcripts" thing. Oh, well. I guess I'll just go back to the office to get them. Perhaps I will also remember to grab my cell phone that I forgot at the office, too.
What a tard.
In the morning I get to go down to Public Health and get a TB test done, too. I hope the tard with the syringe is more adept in the procedure than the hospital's employee health staff. Those bastards used to have to shoot me in the arm three or four times before they'd get the TB juice in the right layer of skin. Can I get an "ouch, motherfucker"? Thank you.
So I guess I'll just clean the house for a while before I go pick up the work. Superfly.
** OH! p.s. So in the last meeting with the licensor, she very delicately said, "SBD, I don't know how to say this to you, but it appears that two of your references have previously CPS referrals against them."
Me: WHAT? WHO?
Her: Well, now keep in mind that a referral does not necessarily mean that the accusations are true - just that someone called in and claimed that. But, since we're talking about your support systems, you may want to think about who your friends are.
Me: Um, my friends are pretty decent, upstanding people. One built her own house with the Habitat for Humanity program, another works two jobs and takes care of her two teenagers. Who - What are the charges? Because my friends kick serious ass. I have great friends.
Her: Cocaine and prostitution.
Me: *gulp.
And now, looking back on it, yeah. One of my girls is in recovery and has been clean for years, so I guess I knew that (wish her history had crossed my mind when I asked her to be a reference though). But the question remains, which of my girls is a ho? The world may never know.
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