Perhaps I should start with “Hello,” but instead I went with, “Goodnight.”
Goodnight, dear readers (whatever readers may be reading a new blog’s first post). I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.
- 2 hour drive to a 9AM meeting that will last about an hour and then a 2 hour drive back
- Home visit at 4PM
- Home visit at 5PM – this home visit will be tricky since everyone’s panties seem to be stuffed up their assholes and trying to get cooperation is nearly impossible due to the uncomfortableness such a state brings forth.
Oh right, maybe I should introduce myself.
My name is unimportant. I am (currently) 30, also an unimportant factoid. I have a Master of Social Work degree from one of the top party schools in the US. (Sidenote: I never have been much of a partier.) I am licensed to practice social work at the Master’s degree level (why would I want to practice at the Bachelor’s degree level?). My social work career began just over 3 years ago. I currently work for a nonprofit foster care/adoption/residential community-based agency. I am a foster care treatment coordinator. I live in a rural state, although I currently work in a “city”.
I say goodnight because this first post is not intended to be lengthy and I’m tired and I have just under 8 hours to sleep. I know I won’t be asleep for at least an hour, but I will stubbornly lay in bed and try my darnedest (how do I spell that?) to sleep.
Sleep is precious.