The world is crazier than most people know. But I know. I was a clinical social worker for forty years. I am a witness. I retired from social work to write about the sad, the mad, and the savage; with whom I have spent most of my life. I have decided to translate these stories into fiction, because, as a co-worker once said, "You couldn't make this sh*t up. No one would believe you."

Monday, March 19, 2012

My Day Job Sucks

My day job sucks. Let me count the ways:

  1. Phone call to parent. Parent says @!%##!
  2. Phone call from parent. Parent says (*&!!%!
  3. Phone call from kid. Kid says !!**&!!
  4. Phone call to JPO. JPO says you gotta work with this !@$$!! family.
  5. Phone call to priest. Leave a message. Help me!  !@#!!
  6. Phone call from priest.  Go to h@!$!!
Sometimes you just can't win. If you have a  day job, you have to do this, do that, and then do everything else. And in my particular day job, you have to do it all while your clients are hating you, possibly plotting to kill you, definitely planning to steal the hubcaps off your car.

I argue with God continuously about being a writer. If I'm a writer, how come I have to spend my days in the belly of the monster?

God is curiously silent on the subject. Maybe I'll hear something by Easter. 



  1. Time to retire, Janey, and leave off your lack of income as a writer.

  2. Put my money where my mouth is, eh? Aw hell..

  3. My goodness ! A priest said Go to h@!$!! ??? What is this world coming to?

    I guess it is coming to this: SHIT if you are over 60 and still in the workforce. Like Nothingprofound said: Time to retire.

    By the way: DO NOT PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS - you probably kiss enough ass at your job already......