Showing posts with label social work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social work. Show all posts

Friday, March 15, 2013

They Say Everyone Has an Inner Ninja Turtle

We all know those individuals who make us question the human race. The things that come out of their mouth either make you laugh hysterically or make you want to kill a kitten. Thankfully, my career gives me the opportunity to work with so many of these individuals that just love to entertain me on the daily.


Like my coworker who, while explaining a parent's belligerent behavior said, "Well, they say everyone has an inner Ninja Turtle. It's a scientific fact." ....what's that supposed to mean?

Or the endless unwanted information I'm given daily...

Me: "Hello, is so-and-so available?
Dad: "That my baby momma. She don't live here no more. See, CPS got her for child abuse and....." *five minutes and details I shouldn't know later* "...so that's why she ain't here."
Me: "Well, I'm sorry you're dealing with that. I just called because I noticed your child isn't in school today....."

Mom: "So-and-so isn't going to be in class today because she's so constipated she's been throwing up all night. There's vomit all over my bathroom right now."
Me: "....I'm sorry to hear that."


Or how about those really great voicemails on consumer's phones?

*Some classy ringback song about gang rape* You've reached so-and-so. Leave me a message. God bless you, every one of you.

"GOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM!" {I completely forgot what I called this parent for after hearing their voicemail.}

Or the voicemails you get from them....

"Hey Jenna, it's so-and-so.....BOY, YOU BEST SHUT THE F*** UP. THEY BE THINKING I BE BEATIN' YO ASS!...so, anyways. Jenna, it's me...."

But my personal favorite is when they cuss you out...it's exciting!

I once had a parent call me every name in the book the moment she saw me. I slammed the door in her face and she came back two hours later.... "Oh hey girl, you're looking so cute today!"  Who is this female?

Or the parent who cussed me out over the phone when her child missed school because she thought we had a snow day. "You know what you need to do? Get up early in the morning and call the TV stations to say if you're open or closed." Okay, homegirl. Let me do that for you. I'm a social worker, not a news reporter.


And then there's that mom who tells me every day that I look like Carrie Underwood. She's quickly becoming one of favorite people....ever......


I'm pretty sure I could write a book about all of the interesting individuals I've worked with the past two years. And that's why I love social work. Sure, I'm passionate about helping those who are high-risk, but I enjoy the excitement that each day brings.

And with that said, I've had too much excitement at work this week... so cheers to the weekend!