Returning from crazy-land

So evil day job kicked my butt last week.

There was an over-protective father who dragged my agency’s name through the mud in a misguided effort to save his child from being kicked out from the school he currently goes to. There was a suicidal man-child of 18 who is engaging in self-mutilation because he was spoiled silly by his parents and never managed to grow any emotional calluses or developed the ability to handle stress. There were two school officials, who bought the father’s victim story hook line and sinker, who then proceeded to punch me in the face repeatedly albeit figuratively about how much we failed at being the kid’s agents and legal guardians. There is the host family of the kid, who don’t believe the kid is suicidal and who are hounding me to prove the kid is suicidal and is deserving of another chance as a result and also to fix the kid, now now now.

…that’s just the short version. I don’t even know how coherent that paragraph is for someone who didn’t live last week with me. But a long version doesn’t belong on this blog. Perhaps another blog, at another time, at another place.

Today boss-man and boss-lady implied that I might get canned. Despite the outrage, I almost believe that might be the best thing for my writing right now.

Despite all that, I got 3k+ words last week.

This week, I’m going to set the goal at 1k/day again and see how it goes. ¬†Hopefully things will calm down enough (or I’ll get fired) and I can blog a bit about the phoenix books and why I changed it so radically from the original version.

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