Another Day At The Ghetto

Hello people!  How is your Wednesday going so far? 

Here at the ghetto it is never a dull moment.

I'm looking for "lost files."  It's amazing how these files can just grow legs and "disappear" from where they are suppossed to be.  There is an entry in the system here "file sent to" that almost no one uses (except me of course).  If people working here would just take the time and use that chrono, life would be so much easier.  Anyways, I am in search of a client's file who just got another probation grant.  This person has 5 volumes of files of criminal history, and I can only find two of them.  She is working on her 6th volume.  It's a sad thing, I know. 

A probation officer just came in here looking for yet another file she can't find.  I mentioned the file I was looking for, and she recalled how that particular client had insulted her and called her a "fat ass."  Ironically, after saying this, she noticed a bag of Halloween candy that I had sitting there near my feet, and without further to do, she proceeded to take a few candies.  I didn't know what to say to that-it caught be a little off guard to tell you the truth.  I mean, it didn't get me mad or anything after she did that but, lady--let me put it in a basket on my desk before you grab candy from my grocery bag.  I would be embarrassed to just do that without asking, wouldn't you?  Oh well...what can you say?  Poor thing has been getting pretty chunky lately, and she has been trying to get pregnant.  May be a little chocolate is what she needs, and perhaps it's that special time of the month where there just isn't enough chocolate on Earth.  I brought the bags of candy into the office in fear that my bags of candy would melt in my car.  Now I have to hide them from the hungry, chocolate deprived probation officers. 

Anyways, the search continues..

Meanwhile, the receptionist is "sick" again this week.  I had to cover the desk in the morning again, and apparently there is sign floating over my head that reads "office psychic".  A client came in this morning asking to see his probation officer.  I told him that his probation officer called in sick today, and he would not be able to see her today. 

"When will she be better so I can see her?"

I just stared at him at first.  Okay, this guy thinks I'm her personal physician, or thinks I'm psychic. 

"If she feels better tomorrow, you may be able to see her tomorrow." 

He seemed to understand that answer. 

Later there was another client who requested the garbage can.  The annoying woman I can't stand in the office brought it to him.  Thank God that she did, because immediately afterwards the guy threw up in it.  Oh joy. 

I got yet another call from that recruiting agency that called in yesterday.  I finally got a fax this morning, and when I did, I couldn't stop laughing.  The recruiting office is from Hollywood, California.  It had a picture of a Hall of Fame star on the fax cover letter..how Hollywood!  Is this suppossed to impress people?  The guy calling from the recruiting station sure was excited to claim his recruiters fee.  He sounded more like a client on the mental health caseload to tell you the truth.  Sad, I know.  I did not know that recruiters make money with each recruitment, until someone here told me about the process. 

After my daughter graduated from high school, one kept calling the house until I told them to "never call this house again."  This recruiter started his conversation with:  "Hey, word, what's up baby girl?"  I guess he thought I was my daughter. I was not impressed at the least.  When I asked him who he was, he got all serious.  That's when I told him to never call my daughter again.  If my daughter had a boyfriend who spoke that way to her, I would tell him to stop calling.  "Baby girl?"  Recruiters will go to great lengths to get the young recruits.  Recruiters will go to high schools and give out free ice cream for names and numbers, then when May and June comes around, they make their calls.   

It's another beautiful day here outside.  High 70's, low 80's.  Tomorrow my youngest is going to get his picture taken in the morning at his preschool, and I'm taking the afternoon off.  I'm hoping to take the little guy to the beach tomorrow so he can play in the sand for a bit before his brother gets out of school.  I've been longing for a nice walk again, and Nicholas seems to like the idea.  May be I'll remember to bring my camera. 

 I still have pictures from my daughter's birthday I haven't posted.  Sorry.  I would post some from my daughter's high school dance she went to, but, she is so over high school homecomings at this point.  She ran out of the house before I could grab a camera so no pictures were taken this year.  Oh well..  She did graduate already..the thrill is gone at this point.  She is also currently mad with boyfriend at the moment.  Oh..teen drama..  Is there anything worse?  Wait, yes there is----having an open bag of Halloween candy within a foot away from you--this is worse.  I need to hide this chocolate before the entire bag is consumed!!