Geeks Inherit The Earth

Friday, overnight to Saturday at usual house.
Saturday, overnight to Sunday at usual house.
Monday, overnight to Tuesday at new house.
Tuesday, overnight to Wednesday at new house.
Wednesday, run home, get four hours of sleep, run back to work for 4-12 shift, ask N if he can stay late so I can leave early because I'm doing the overnight at the new house. Thank goodness the bus gets me right there.

That's seven shifts. Today I sleep, and tomorrow night I do it again because I do actually need cash this week and next.

(This other house has a cleaning checklist for the overnight shift. The manager assured me that it's not really intended to be all done each night except the laundry. Good to know, because I did none of it last night. All of it the night before, none of it this night so I could be more awake and focused for the morning part of the shift, the part that involves dealing with the people.)

Incidentally, anybody who tells you that working with intellectually disabled adults is super rewarding or inspiring is just lying. It's mostly laundry, and there's just nothing inspiring about laundry.

It's a necessary job, and I like helping people, but during the work part of work? Mostly I'm doing their laundry. Sometimes making their beds, or helping them shower, or making lunches.

Anybody able to recommend a library or ten that allows for nonresident digital cards?

There’s a series I was reading, and the three libraries in NYC have books 1 - 4 and then 9 - 11. I don’t like it enough to pay for just the missing books. I still want to read them. More library systems, that I would pay for. (And hopefully get these books.)

To the man on the bus talking to his daughter about what color she was going to paint his nails when they got home: Good job! You get a gold star and a cookie, which you will probably share with your kid! Cookies all around, no sarcasm!

To the man in CVS playing on his phone while his wife corralled their two year old and talked to the pharmacist: Dude, if you're not gonna help, just stay home.

This tangentially connects to one of my favorite poems, which I was recently reminded of.

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It is 1992. This kid is twelve. He doesn’t know the word “gaslighting”, he doesn’t know the phrase “trauma response”, and if he knew the latter, he wouldn’t apply it to himself.

Also, there’s no such thing as a landline. It’s just a phone, so called because it transmits sound, phone, a long way, tele. It doesn’t do anything else, not even voicemail, and you need to pay extra for caller ID.

From Dutch snoepen (“to pry, eat in secret, sneak”)

How often were the Dutch eating in secret that they decided they needed a verb for it!?

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Don't get me wrong, I love doing them - five hours of reading, three hours of work, what's not to love? - but talking about them? Don't get me started. Every single time it's a back and forth to confirm the actual day the shift starts.

I got a shift through the staffing agency, and I say "So, to confirm, I go to work at midnight Monday?" and he goes "No, Sunday". "So, I leave my house at 11:30 today...?"

No, he meant midnight Monday to 8am Monday.

Every time I look at the schedule at the usual place I find myself momentarily baffled by the fact that the overnight shift is at the top, as the first shift of the day.

Also, literally as I typed that last sentence a spam text came in with the word "lpuuuu", which seems low effort even for a spam text. I get that their business model depends on weeding out everybody smart enough to say "Seems fake!", but seriously?

and her excuse is "Your father and I both agreed that it was best to raise you away from my wealthy-but-toxic family, whom I was returning to". And having met the protagonist's half-siblings, I can't say that this was wrong - but what, she just loved him so much more than her younger two that she had with her new, richer, more socially acceptable husband? No matter how you look at it, she's not exactly winning the mother of the year award.

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OMG, but ignore the dipshit in the comments.

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