Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Catty non-social-workery post.
What I will not miss is some of the co-workers here. And so here is where my social worker attitude stops and my inner catty 15-year old comes out for a little bit. I am so excited to leave cube mates who have gossip & giggle feasts with each other when I'm on the phone with a client. I am so excited to leave one of the agency supervisors who always gives me the once over (it is a she and no she is not a lesbian nor am I.) I am so excited to leave all the political games behind (I work at a government agency.) I am so excited to leave the time reporting that is required of us from the state. I am so excited to leave all the paperwork that I've been forced to keep. I am so excited to leave.
There. Now, back to my normal, good-hearted social work self.