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Dec. 13th, 2009 12:31 amSome...progress? COULD THIS BE PROGRESS?
Today Bob and I had a frustrating, semi-effective conversation wherein I reminded him of looming deadlines, pointed out how much time he wasted, and attempted to get him to list places he's gone to for work and what the status of each was. It came out that he has not filled out any of the apps him and Frank got several days ago or went online to look at any of the places that had told him to apply online/print an app. I outlined a couple of paths he needs to persue if he wants to actually make something happen and get to stay here, and then we kind of broke for lunch. I called Laura and ended up talking to Frank about how frustrating this can be, and THAT ENDED when Frank took him out and basically FORCED him to not only walk into but follow through at a bunch of places...he did things like shake managers' hands and introduce himself politely, and sit at kiosks to spend the 45 minutes doing the application processes, and filling out paper apps right there to immediately hand back to people...this is a leap for him - and one of these places might ACTUALLY MIGHT HIRE HIM, and I made him a (free) Tuesday at 1 appt with my friend the life coach and found out the details about a position at the zoo that he's interested in. And the details of their volunteer program. I told him I was proud of him for going out on a limb today, he like shaved and brushed his teeth and crap like that while Frank was on his way over.
He has a SPRING IN HIS STEP THIS EVENING. He was like, smiling and junk. Stuff might happen in his life. He might have his own things going on. SHEESH.
I am thankful for feeling like I've had St Jude intercede in yet another seemingly impossible cause, and that I have something of a support system to work with for him and don't just have to feel on my own with him. And that he was chipper and offering to grate cheese for me in the kitchen and crap like that.
CHIPPER, do you hear me?! CHIPPER!
Previously by St Jude:
-My Nana's doctor tells my mom and Pa that they basically need to assisted suicide pull the plug and let her die. I pray. The woman starts feeding herself and using her previously dead arm again. She's at home now and standing for increasing periods of time.
-After many years of hopeless frustrating nonsense I start to lose it with my food addiction and after many months of nothing working...I pray. I find Eat To Live. 26 pounds fly off in 2 months.
Anyway yeah, I'm starting to think there is something to this Patron Saint business, go on and think I'm hokey.
In other, anti-climactic news, I ate whatever the hell I wanted today and need to get that back under control.
Also it's time to get on the dial prayer style about our finances because, uh, this is getting kind of scary.
I wish my scratchy throat and periodic cough would go away. I do too much reading aloud to tolerate this much longer. Tonight I read Aaron another chapter of Hatchett, Ananda 2 more chapters of Skylark, and Isaac, Jake and Elise 6 different little kid books of various lengths. I like doing it but I could really do without the hacky throat clearing voice dissapearing bs. Also my stomach bulges a LOT more when I'm coughing frequently, it does terrible things to my hernia.
I am planning big Christmas things for my husband and big Blessingway things for my pregnant sister - it all makes me happy.
Two long phone calls with very helpful friends I can call on make me happy.
I need to water all my kitchen plants before they're all dead. It is a near thing.
Today Bob and I had a frustrating, semi-effective conversation wherein I reminded him of looming deadlines, pointed out how much time he wasted, and attempted to get him to list places he's gone to for work and what the status of each was. It came out that he has not filled out any of the apps him and Frank got several days ago or went online to look at any of the places that had told him to apply online/print an app. I outlined a couple of paths he needs to persue if he wants to actually make something happen and get to stay here, and then we kind of broke for lunch. I called Laura and ended up talking to Frank about how frustrating this can be, and THAT ENDED when Frank took him out and basically FORCED him to not only walk into but follow through at a bunch of places...he did things like shake managers' hands and introduce himself politely, and sit at kiosks to spend the 45 minutes doing the application processes, and filling out paper apps right there to immediately hand back to people...this is a leap for him - and one of these places might ACTUALLY MIGHT HIRE HIM, and I made him a (free) Tuesday at 1 appt with my friend the life coach and found out the details about a position at the zoo that he's interested in. And the details of their volunteer program. I told him I was proud of him for going out on a limb today, he like shaved and brushed his teeth and crap like that while Frank was on his way over.
He has a SPRING IN HIS STEP THIS EVENING. He was like, smiling and junk. Stuff might happen in his life. He might have his own things going on. SHEESH.
I am thankful for feeling like I've had St Jude intercede in yet another seemingly impossible cause, and that I have something of a support system to work with for him and don't just have to feel on my own with him. And that he was chipper and offering to grate cheese for me in the kitchen and crap like that.
CHIPPER, do you hear me?! CHIPPER!
Previously by St Jude:
-My Nana's doctor tells my mom and Pa that they basically need to assisted suicide pull the plug and let her die. I pray. The woman starts feeding herself and using her previously dead arm again. She's at home now and standing for increasing periods of time.
-After many years of hopeless frustrating nonsense I start to lose it with my food addiction and after many months of nothing working...I pray. I find Eat To Live. 26 pounds fly off in 2 months.
Anyway yeah, I'm starting to think there is something to this Patron Saint business, go on and think I'm hokey.
In other, anti-climactic news, I ate whatever the hell I wanted today and need to get that back under control.
Also it's time to get on the dial prayer style about our finances because, uh, this is getting kind of scary.
I wish my scratchy throat and periodic cough would go away. I do too much reading aloud to tolerate this much longer. Tonight I read Aaron another chapter of Hatchett, Ananda 2 more chapters of Skylark, and Isaac, Jake and Elise 6 different little kid books of various lengths. I like doing it but I could really do without the hacky throat clearing voice dissapearing bs. Also my stomach bulges a LOT more when I'm coughing frequently, it does terrible things to my hernia.
I am planning big Christmas things for my husband and big Blessingway things for my pregnant sister - it all makes me happy.
Two long phone calls with very helpful friends I can call on make me happy.
I need to water all my kitchen plants before they're all dead. It is a near thing.
