Journaling (Isn't that what you call it when your thread is really boring and nobody responds): I printed a job posting today to take in for MM. She wants to find a new job and one of my best friends manages a large program which employs PSW's, which is what MM is. These jobs provide benefits and a better salary and are unionized. The hiring process is ongoing. I sent an email to my friend just to find out what the actual hiring situation is there at the moment. MM works for a private employer who pays, well, piss all. I didn't mention to her that I had connections in her field yesterday, I don't know why. MM also told me that a disabled client she works with is thinking of moving out of the home she works in and into his own apartment. He would need to hire a PSW and he wondered if she'd be interested. Here was our conversation: Me: Yeah, but he's a man and you're a woman and you'd be there alone with him! MM: He's in a wheelchair, what's he gonna do to me? Me: Hey, he's still got...uh... male feelings, if you know what I mean MM: Not from the waist down he doesn't Me: But he's still got hands!!!! MM: I've worked with him for four years, he's fine. It wouldn't be for a while anyway, if at all. What do I sound like there folks? OMG! Anyway, today it is 84 F in my apartment. I have finished the laundry, grocery shopping, taking out the garbage and recycle, and I'm onto dishes. Soon I can sit back in my sweat box and just watch the pounds effortlessly pour off my bod.
