Like an old, dried-out rubber band
Feb. 17th, 2004 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI am getting increasingly frustrated and irritable with my job. It just seems like I can't keep up. I received two new cases back-to-back at the end of last week and I am totally swamped with them, because they need to be seen weekly and they need risk assessments and they need caseplans, and I spend so much damned time driving around Columbus. This afternoon I drove all the way out nearly to Georgesville Road to drop in on a family without a phone, and of course they weren't home. From there I had a 30-minute trip to the far north side of town that ended up taking an hour because I was behind an accident of four tractor-trailers and a smooshed up van. I hope everyone is okay.
I left that visit at 6:30 and headed to my coworker's place so we could grab some dinner. We brought take-out to Jen because she was volunteering, and then I came home and cleaned the cat boxes and swept the kitchen and bathroom floors. I bundled up the trash and folded a load of laundry, and then managed to put on pajamas and check livejournal at 9:30 or so. I feel like I've been moving non-stop since 8:00 this morning and I am just so frustrated. I haven't answered email or LJ comments in about a week and they are piling up, but I don't have the time or the energy. Ever.
I haven't been sleeping well at night because I'm so damned busy and frantic all day that I can't turn my mind off when I go to bed. I quit my therapist because we weren't a good match for each other, and I'm quitting chorus because I don't like the music, and really, I just don't have reliable time to go to either. I was supposed to have a therapy appointment at 6:00 today. Thankfully I had the foresight to cancel it on Friday - I'd have never made it in a million years.
And I never thought I would say this EVER, but I have a sexual abuse case and I'm not sure the victim is telling the whole truth. Ugh. Right now I wish I could go to sleep for a week or so. I'm wound up so tightly that I feel like I'm going to snap. Argh! I need a release.
I left that visit at 6:30 and headed to my coworker's place so we could grab some dinner. We brought take-out to Jen because she was volunteering, and then I came home and cleaned the cat boxes and swept the kitchen and bathroom floors. I bundled up the trash and folded a load of laundry, and then managed to put on pajamas and check livejournal at 9:30 or so. I feel like I've been moving non-stop since 8:00 this morning and I am just so frustrated. I haven't answered email or LJ comments in about a week and they are piling up, but I don't have the time or the energy. Ever.
I haven't been sleeping well at night because I'm so damned busy and frantic all day that I can't turn my mind off when I go to bed. I quit my therapist because we weren't a good match for each other, and I'm quitting chorus because I don't like the music, and really, I just don't have reliable time to go to either. I was supposed to have a therapy appointment at 6:00 today. Thankfully I had the foresight to cancel it on Friday - I'd have never made it in a million years.
And I never thought I would say this EVER, but I have a sexual abuse case and I'm not sure the victim is telling the whole truth. Ugh. Right now I wish I could go to sleep for a week or so. I'm wound up so tightly that I feel like I'm going to snap. Argh! I need a release.
