Many of you may be wondering how I"m doing and by my last few entries it might just sound depressing or something. I've just been strung out on emotions. I have highs and lows all within a matter of minutes some days. I feel bi-polar almost. I've never felt so drained, so happy, so excited, so sad, or so frustrated, so angry all in a day's work. It's depressing and too much. But lately, that's what my days consist of.
Lately, I've been having wonderful mornings. They are blissful and happy, very satisfying. Then comes the afternoon and it just gets crazy. Who know? Seriously though, it sucks trying to help people, especially those who can't seem to grasp the idea that this is not a one way train. It goes both ways, they have to help themselves also. I can't do it all. They need more help than I can give them. I'm not a case manager. My job is to place clients into a bed, and interview them to make sure they fit some sort of criteria, that's my job!
I do not get too upset a whole lot but lately, I have never been so frustrated with life and this world. I hate when people hang up on me while we're on the phone because they are too stubborn to help themselves. I hate when clients think I'm suppose to be the only person who can help them, when really, I don't have a case load because that would absolutely set me over the top. I hate when I have to "sorry we don't have space. I can't help you today." I hate to hear stories of how they're homeless, have no place to go, and somehow I'm suppose to help them. Somehow in the midst of their troubles and frustrations, I have give them hope. How the hell am I suppose to give hope, when I don't even know what to do? And I definitely hate having to place clients onto my waiting list that are my age or sometimes younger. One last thing that gets on my nerves is when client's leave a message and for some reason, they never leave a number. How am I suppose to contact them? And it gets better, they mumble, so I can't understand them and who knows what their name is. Yeah those are the best days of my life.
On Thursday I had a rough day. Some lady demanded on the phone that I help her. I was trying to tell her, I can't help you you have to call these numbers. You have to go to these places to receive help. And then I finally just said, I'll try. I"ll call around. I'll ask others and see what they can give me. I went to my co-workers. They were like, you call her back and give her the First Call for Help number. I was like...ok. And I needed that moral support from those ladies. I was going crazy because of this one lady. She had me so upset and so frustrated. She was a crazy lady and what was I suppose to do? I had no clue. Thank goodness for social workers who have been at it for 15 plus years. They are absolutely amazing. They were a great sense of moral support. I loved it. I complained later how I'm never going to be good at social work and they just laughed at me. (Which I guess was reassurance but at the moment I just hated it all) People like this lady make me hate Social Work and I never want to be a social worker or do anything with adults. But I think certain adults would be great to work with, if only I worked with them.
Wow that was a mouthful. Sorry!
Let's just say that lately hasn't been the greatest. But that's ok, I'm dealing. I'm moving upward and onward. Or at least trying. I am actually just holding out for next Tuesday afternoon. Next week is Thanksgiving and I'm going down to Harrisonburg, VA and I am super super excited to see my friends and to spend time with them. I've already told Kim certain things I want. It's just like going home but on a very different and strange scale. I'm super excited. I can't wait to just surround myself with these people I haven't seen in ages. I want to feel that happiness again. I want to feel that love again. I want the holidays to come sooner than later. I want to spend forever in the moment of great bliss and happiness. I never want that to change. I want to not worry about work, how I'm getting home for Christmas, or the stress of life. I want to breathe in the fresh air of the country/city life of Harrisonburg. I want to relax. I want to just sit and be, that's truly want I want.
So something I've been dying to write about something lately. I think about it a lot while I'm walking to or from work.
>:< Baltimore sights and sounds >:<
--A beautiful, bright sunrise.
--Shattered glass from broken bottles along the way.
--A neighbor walking out of their door to head to work.
--Parents dragging their children to school.
--The corner carry out store is buzzing with buisness.
--"The Boys" aka drug dealers hanging out at the corner waiting for business.
--The drug dealer saying his hello's to his regular customers (of course all the while passing the goods to the client).
--A used condom lying on the sidewalk near someone's house.
--Crushed beer cans lying around.
--A needle, who someone most likely used, nestled in between some stones along the side of a building.
--A huge Baltimore Rat hanging out by the trash cans.
--Someone's weave (fake hair) randomly along the sidewalk. How in the world did it get there?
--Some random guy checking me out, calling me names, and in my mind, I want to yell Stop Harassing Women. I don't like and no one likes it. SHOW SOME RESPECT. But it's definitely not appropriate, so I just deal and walk by.
--Walking home, I see the regulars standing in the median asking for money or a place to stay for the night, holding their signs. What can I even do for them?
--Blue flashing lights that are suppose to indicate safety. Ha, it only moved the drugs down to the next block.
--Hearing the sound of the #5 MTA Bus or the blaring sirens of the fire trucks, police cars, or ambulances that race past to go to the near by nursing home.
--At the end of the day, I love sitting in my room, waiting on my day to end, watching the blue security cameras flash and the sun set with it's sunset pink, blue, and purple haze.
Just a regular day in Baltimore. (Sorry if it's graphic, it's just a typical day, it's truly what I see)
Love from BMore