Social worker...
--Up between 5:50-7, depending on the day and how late I fell asleep.
--Shower, make self somewhat presentable, etc.
--Drag computer, self to car.
--Drive 4 miles to hospital or 14 miles to main office, again dep on the day.
--Smoke in car, turn air conditioning on high to dry hair.
--Sort through all the voicemails from the previous night (I have 73 in my VMbox, if that says anything) while driving.
--Locate dress shoes under seat of car, toss flip-flops back in car.
--Check email, enter timesheet for Big Brother.
--Make a few phone calls... It's around 9/10 am by now.
--Listen to boss bitch about "did you do this, yet?"
--Affirm or deny. Haul tail away from superiors.
--Spend rest of day running around from Dr. offices, to patient homes or up and down the stairs at the hospital, (depending on the day) while juggling 2 cell phones, a pager, and a laptop. 30-150 miles per day in the car.
--Put out "fires", make funeral arrangements, comfort parents and kids, translate "medicalese" for low functioning parents, pat kids on head, smile, jump back in car. Pick up cigarette and air freshener and use both profusely.
NexT!
--Drive in the general direction of home around 6 or 7 pm.
--Send last 15 voicemails to staff, apologize for their pagers going off after hours.
--Drag self and computer back up the stairs.
--Settle in for four hours of paperwork. Or just screw it until morning.
--Stare at refrigerator. Decide just pickles is not a good dinner.
--Get back in car, drive to store, pick up something quasi-nutritious for dinner to make up for skipping breakfast and lunch.
--Eat dinner while typing one handed. (Pickles for dessert!)
--Crash out around 1:30 am post-paperwork.
--Throw alarm clock across room at 5:30 am. Again.
Crap. I need a life.
