Ya, I’m a dork and I saw Snakes on a Plane last night. And it was awesome!

The audience made it a lot more fun, screaming for snakes during boring parts, cheering for Samuel Jackson’s character.

The snakes made me cringe but it could’ve been much bloodier. I think it was on Samuel Jackson’s Daily Show appearance that he talked about conflict between 2 directors, one wanting a bloodfest and the other going for a PG-13 rating. The PG-13 director won, then last minute a bad sex scene was added that bumped it up to R rating. But still no fountains of blood like Kill Bill.

And I saw a friend from undergrad that I have not seen in years and years. That was very awesome.

Esquire named Nick Cave the #5 Best Dressed Man in the World.

Rar!

Trends I have noticed in my clients:

Lots of call for couples counseling.

Your relationship is fucked up.

Most of the legal calls are for child custody/support cases.

Your relationship is fucked up and I’m taking the kids.

After giving referrals for couples counseling, many women call back to get a referral for individual counseling. Either because the counselor told them they need individual counseling or they have issues they cannot address in couples counseling.

Your relationship is fucked up and it’s this depressed bitch’s fault.

Also everyone seems to be getting antidepressants from their GP’s and no one is actually taking their meds. What’s going on? Selling your Prozac to the sad looking neighbor girl? Making pill art? 2nd guess that the guy who stitched your finger might not be the best person to fix your mental problems?

I’ve been sad that my job is not very clinical so I’ve been trying to add a little counseling to my calls. I can usually tell who is willing to talk to me and who is on their lunch break and wants a name of a counselor and that is all. When people want to talk, I let them. It helps if I actually know about the topic they’re going on about but today I was lucky. I got an addict and a DV victim. Both topics I know. The addict was even a crack addict! So rare at my job. I felt like I was back on the West Side.

So I put a few ideas in their heads, explore a little further than I would with an average client. It’s still not what I want but it makes me feel a little better actually doing more than an assessment and referral.

I registered for the LSW exam this week, too. As soon as I get a response, I will start an online practice course. Then, more letters!

I was looking some articles on Boing Boing about the ban of liquids on planes and a couple articles mentioned something I had been wondering myself. If people are trying to bring dangerous liquids on planes, why are we dumping them all together inside the airport?

The terrorist hotness seems to be blowing up mass transit areas. Planes, subway stations….airport terminals? I know blowing up an airport doesn’t have the same flair as blowing up a plane but I could see it happening. You and your Evil Doer friends stand next to each other in line and all pour your Dangerous Chemicals into the same garbage can. The can is almost filled with Coke and coffee, they will just add fuel to the fire! And since this new security measure creates longer lines, a sea of thirsty people have just been destroyed.
Am I secure now?

Kurt Cobain’s child, Francis Bean was in a photo shoot for Elle. According to the comments, it was part of a larger article about kids wearing their famous parent’s clothing. She doesn’t look the anorexic model type so maybe she will be the brash Kelly Osbourne type?

Let’s hope not.

So about that job.

I just finished my 2nd week. 1st week was strictly training. A huge manual, small group training sessions and a bunch of meetings. One day I was in meetings from 9-4. Then I was slowly introduced to the phones on Monday and Tuesday. Then I was abanoned in a cube while the trainer started to train a new girl.

I was told to contact a unit leader with questions. Great plan except they are always busy. So I started bugging the coworker assigned to be my “big sister” (my term , not theirs). She is so nice and reminds me not to apologize for asking questions. She doesn’t really understand my cheers of “Yay, I’m dumb!” when I mess something up.
I’ve had two domestic violence calls already. The first one was a pain because one supervisor tells me it’s a high risk case and flag it as risk and then the person that handles high risk cases says its not one. I also had a guy call me crying and I really feel bad when guys cry. Not if it’s some whiny nancy boy but this guy described himself as a pretty tough manual labor type. I just imagined some big lumbering guy crying on his muddy workboots, feeling isolated and depressed.

There were a few other interesting calls but most of the time I’m trying desperately to figure out if I’m doing the right thing, hitting the right button, making the right referral. I’m trying to keep myself from developing an opinion about my job too soon. I don’t want to confuse hating the adjustment process with hating my actual job.

I’ve been lazy about the updating. Actually I have been a busy girl. This week I finished training at work and went on the phones. I’m still learning the computer system so I get a lot of “Are you still there?” from clients as I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing. I am also much more interested in decorating my cube than doing actual work.

My boy was in town, which also contributed to my busy week. He was only here briefly so I had to suck all of the attention I could get out of him while he was here. I had to work so it didn’t feel like I spent much time with him. Sigh, another month until he returns.

We went to the Tom Waits show. Damn, that old man puts on a show. He growled and shook for almost 2 hours. I was curious what type of person likes Tom Waits. Well, I still can’t tell you. The audience had an interesting mix of old guys and hipsters, guys dressed in black and yuppie chicks.

I think the ultimate duo would be Tom Waits and Nick Cave, singing about loving a woman, bashing her head in with a rock and then going drinking.

I was driving home from my parents tonight and I notice flashing lights behind my car. I pull off the highway into one of those accident reporting site, swearing about what I did. I had no idea how fast I was going or how long those lights were flashing. Then I notice there is another car behind me. I was good and waited for the officer to go to the first car and then to mine.

“Are you OK?”

“Ya, I just didn’t know who you were pulling over.”

“Oh, him, not you. Be careful getting back on the highway.”

Ya, I’m dumb.

I’m not sure how recently it happened but CraigsList is now divided into City of Chicago, the Chicagolands and NW Indiana.

Take that smelly suburbanites!

If thinking about politics makes your brain hurt, look girls!

“Toots” L’Amour dancing on some TV show. Mr. Knight Rider himself looks very impressed. You might recognize Ms. L’Amour from Lavendar Cabaret burlesque shows. I’ve seen her boobies in person!

edit: I had to change the name of this entry because spam bots were attacking me with comments.