You’re brushin’ your hair with not a care in the world Wishin’ you would call me your girl Cigarette smoking, days go on by Waiting for your calls, just wishin’ why you push me away. Oh I don’t know what to say. Giving everything I have into you makes me go crazy, now who is…

Today, Monday, May 30th, is my Saturday. I worked just under 40 hours in four days at my new job. The group home I am caregiving in is coined the “hardest house” because you have three women who have severe mental and physical disabilities. One has cerebral palsy, had a stroke, and is what I…

Today was my millionth first day of work at a new job. For those of you not reading my blog and/or living under a rock, I got yet another new job but this time, it is as a caregiver/caretaker of developmentally disabled adults. I had orientation and safety today and to summarize a dull four…