And other days everything runs so smoothly and you can practically hear the social gears cranking and everything seems like a well oiled machine and the sun shines and the birds sing and the clouds clear and I feel so lucky to be a part of it all.
Today is not one of those days.
It's hard to separate oneself from the horror stories one is exposed to from nine to five. Bad things that never make the news that happen to people who aren't important enough to matter to the networks. A pregnant ten year old who believes her mother and the Parish Priest that she will go to hell if she has an abortion and a deaf baby born to homeless teenagers with Down Syndrome and a 22 year old mother of five/grandmother who thinks it's good to have your babies early in life so you can get it over with- after all, she turned out just fine.
Those were cases that have made their way across my desk over the years.
People who aren't just fine, because they know me.
If you know me from nine to five you probably aren't just fine.
I had the Big Girl job interview last week, and it went really well. I should be hearing back in a week or so about the position. The new job wouldn't make all those things go away, but it would take them off my radar. A bit. I don't know if I could leave public health and social services entirely, but moving my way up the ranks sounds appealing.
In other news, a realtor is coming to look at the house this evening. Just to see what it's worth before we make any life-altering decisions. I like my house. It's where I live. Where we live.