A few months ago I told my (now ex) boyfriend that I was going to write a book and call said book “Welcome to Social Work.” He said, “Go for it,” in that I-could-give-two-shits-about-what-you-do-but-if-you-want-to-do-that-then-awesome tone of voice. This is my jumping point for the book I hope to one day publish about the life experiences one has as a social worker.
As I stated in my previous post, I am a social worker and I work in the child welfare field. At least once a week I state, “Welcome to social work.” For example, I just received a call from an Otolaryngology (ENT) office. The lady said, “Your client has BlueCross BlueShield and Medicaid. We have to bill BCBS before Medicaid, but I need to know the guarantor.” I said, “All of my clients have Medicaid because they’re wards of the state. As far as I know none of them have BCBS.” She said, “Well I called the BCBS number and they said that this client has been a member since January 2006.” Me, “Ooookay. I have never had a client with BCBS. Welcome to social work, though.”
Listed here are situations that elicit a “Welcome to social work” from me:
- Working late
- Working early
- Receiving a referral at 3am
- Being on-call 24/7
- Going through a ream of paper in one day
- Driving 300+ miles in one day
- Needing an oil change every month
- Having a 9am court hearing that isn’t called until 1pm
- Showing up to work in jeans and then having an emergency MDT (multi-disciplinary team) meeting
- Flex time
This list could go on and on and on… hence this blog/hopefully future book.
So sit back and relax, cry, and/or laugh along with me as I tell my tales. I hope you enjoy my compilations!
P.S. I promise these blogs will get more interesting. 😉