10-24-2013, 10:39 AM
Today's morning idiot:
1 drunk 70ish man/kid
Yesterday, I'm tied to the phone all day and night - tough situation at a client's house, valid calls from the caregiver - no problem. The caregiver hasn't gotten any of the required sleep time and it's a few blocks away from my house. So, I go to relieve her at midnight - for a few hours til the back up can arrive.
The client is finally resting after a rough day at about 1:30 a.m. when her son decides to pay a visit. He needs to talk to her.
He's loud and drunk and stumbling. I ask him if he can wait til his mom wakes up because she's not rested well in a couple of days and suggest that he crash for a bit on the couch (because he's too drunk to drive the mile or so to his own house). He agrees, but then finds a bottle of wine in the fridge, keeps drinking, and proceeds to trap me in the kitchen for an hour telling me - in great detail - about the assholes at the transit authority who fired him like 15 years ago (that's what he wanted to talk to his mom about).
The back up arrives and I can't leave him there for her to try to work around, so I drive the idiot home in his car and freeze my ass off walking a mile back to my house at 3:00 a.m.
Kids!
1 drunk 70ish man/kid
Yesterday, I'm tied to the phone all day and night - tough situation at a client's house, valid calls from the caregiver - no problem. The caregiver hasn't gotten any of the required sleep time and it's a few blocks away from my house. So, I go to relieve her at midnight - for a few hours til the back up can arrive.
The client is finally resting after a rough day at about 1:30 a.m. when her son decides to pay a visit. He needs to talk to her.
He's loud and drunk and stumbling. I ask him if he can wait til his mom wakes up because she's not rested well in a couple of days and suggest that he crash for a bit on the couch (because he's too drunk to drive the mile or so to his own house). He agrees, but then finds a bottle of wine in the fridge, keeps drinking, and proceeds to trap me in the kitchen for an hour telling me - in great detail - about the assholes at the transit authority who fired him like 15 years ago (that's what he wanted to talk to his mom about).
The back up arrives and I can't leave him there for her to try to work around, so I drive the idiot home in his car and freeze my ass off walking a mile back to my house at 3:00 a.m.
Kids!