07 November 2007
It's MY bellybutton, and I'll do what I want with it!
I have been thinking off and on all day about what I was going to post tonight. I'm not sure how many work posts I want to do in a week (even though this week has been out of control). But then... during a staff meeting, we're discussing a client, and the social worker says, "oh man, I really never thought I'd have a job where I said the word vagina so often."
And I thought... hm... that might make a good blog.
Then, she says, "I refuse to give her too much attention for that behavior, I just say to her,'okay, you'll take it out when you want, it's your vagina' and walk away."
And that... that was the best laugh I had all day.
I may get frustrated with the students. I definitely get frustrated with the 'administration.' It is absolutely a high-stress job. But, it's moments like these, and the gay multi-penis turkey (should I even tell that story? maybe I'll just get a picture and make that tomorrow's blog) that make me realize I can never have a 'normal' job... ya know, one where I can't say "vagina" in a public setting on a regular basis.