Last week just refused to click together.
A little background: Now that school has started, I work at the Very Large Hospital 16 hours a week, am in classes for 7 hours a week, spend 16 hours a week at my internship and the rest of my time reading approximately 300 pages a week and spending however long it takes on the weekly writing assignments.
But last week was super special. I still have that guardian ad litem case from the Vineyard Town, so the week started with a 3 hour home visit and the case notes and e correspondence that accompany it.
Last week started with a co worker enjoying a well needed vacation, and me filling in as best as I could -- adding an extra 4 hours onto my schedule there. Only, as a student worker, I have no voicemail. So while I'm answering each and every phone call that comes in, I'm also trying my best to finish sending out overdue billings and financial reports and receive walk ins. And just when I felt as though I were truly melting down, enter mandatory fun employee appreciation event that took even more time. (The ladies who organized it did a super job and it was a lot of work for them. But the time, the time. Who's got the time? Ironically, by being required to go, I did not feel appreciated as a worker.)
And a paper due for school.
And a conversation with my field supervisor in which she indicated that she wasn't comfortable with me logging the hours I spent off site working on a group I'm about to lead on my time sheet. Her reasoning? You don't get credit for all the time you spend working on a job in any job that you have.
Right. I've done that - the lots of extra un-logged time. For termination trials. But generally, I try to leave work at work. And. This is not my first professional experience. And this group has taken a massive amount of prep. Also, I think this is field specific. The field that gets the shaft the most on this? Teachers.
Not a teacher.
And I've had to be quite responsible and have greatly limited my socializing. Unfortunately, this means even turning down a visit from one of my best friends who was passing through town with her daughter (I have not seen her daughter in a year.)
But here's the icing on the cake:
I managed to drop my phone in the toilet Monday night after class. In a school restroom. I told Shoes this, and, after a pause, he said, "So how exactly does one manage to do that?"
By having it in the pocket of your hoodie, love. By having it in the pocket of your hoodie. (Due to busy schedules, I have not seen Shoes for 3 weeks.)
I've disinfected in so many times and it is still disgusting when I have to use it or hold it near my head.
So here's to this week: To dropping back down to 16 hours at the hospital. To not having extra GAL duties. To meeting with my SSW liaison to discuss the hours issue. To Shoes' visit next week.
To keeping my phone safely in my bag, and not in my pocket.