Change Is A Comin...

I know it has been so long since I have posted....AGAIN!  I don't what the problem is, except I am so darn busy with my new salaried job, so that means I work 50-60 hours a week. Plus I am still getting ready for my new arrivals.

I am the new Day Program Coordinator for Rise Services in South Jordan.  It really is going to be a great job once it is cleaned up and running smoothly. I also will quit pulling my hair out once I learn how to do all this stinking paper work.  It really makes me want to drink....and drink.....and drink some more.

It has to do with training.  I need to do it the work as I am being shown, kind of like when you are driving and someone is telling you where to turn.  She doesn't get it.  I try to understand what she tells me, and I think I do, but then when I go to work on it, I am lost.  So you can see where the drinking comes in.

I have only been there four weeks and I have already fired two people and hire four new ones.

Now what I am going to tell you can't be made up and it is indeed the truth and I have lived through it. On Monday we arrived at Mrs. Cavanaugh's chocolate factory around 10:30 am.  We weren't there five minutes before it happened.

First one of my guys wet his pants and left a trail across the floor. Then the autistic girl, threw herself on the floor and crawled under the table, she sat there a minute and the next thing I knew, she pulled her pants down and ripped her maxi pad out of her underware. And then finally the cute little old lady had to go to bathroom, which she didn't to get to in time and had poopy pants.  I went up to pay our fee and the lady said "we will just do the condensed version so don't worry about paying."

We were in the vans and on our way back to the center at 11. 

Needless to say, I think we have been banned from Mrs. Cavanaugh's