....to do my job. The full-time one. You know, where I take care of disabled adults.
People are always saying that to me, and I usually get a little huffy about it, because I don't see how what I do could be so difficult. The guys I care for are OCD, autistic, "mentally retarded", and have health issues up the wazoo---so what? They are still people with a sense of humor and feelings that can be hurt. Not a big deal.
Today, I decided that I have been wrong. It does take someone special, and the gal I worked with today (I will call her Minnie) is not it.
Minnie, through lack of attention and following my direction, set up one of our gentlemen to have a minor meltdown and then was unable to deal with the fallout when it happened. Not only did I have to fix HIM, but I had to rescue her no less than THREE TIMES.
One of the most basic rules of doing what I do is that you need to learn what "triggers" each individual's inappropriate behavior and do your best to keep the triggers from happening. This way your job is easier and the clients avoid a whole lot of stress.
You can't always make it work, but it helps a lot. When things go wrong, you need to be able to drop your personal agenda and focus on diffusing the situation in order to get everything back to a calm state.
Minnie has worked in this house for an insanely long time, and she still hasn't figured it out.
I HATE it when stuff like this happens. Especially when it can be prevented by just a little attention. If she would have pulled her head out of her butt for 5 minutes, she would have known that there was an issue coming on and she could have prevented it. Instead, she allowed a situation to escalate until the client was violent and I had to physically get involved in stopping his harmful behavior.
What a mess.
The absolute kicker was when (after I got the client calmed and off to work), she sat and bragged about how he NEVER does that for her, and usually he just loves her to pieces and does whatever she says.
I have worked at this job for 4 years, and I have seen the clients throw her around like a rag doll more times than I can count. They ignore her directions, they get violent with her, they make her cry. In general, when she works the house is in chaos. She lets them do whatever they want and then whines that they don't listen to her. She lets them sleep all day and then wonders why they won't sleep at night.
I am so glad she is not my mother. I would probably end up an ax murderer or something.
I don't understand how she can think that she does a good job. She sits and comes up with the most far-fetched reasons for why the guys act up on her shift, and the simple reality is that they know they can get away with anything when she is there. These guys are just like you and I. They like to get away with things. They like to have someone wait on them hand and foot if they can get it. They like to "graze" in the fridge. They like to sit on their bums and avoid doing their chores. Our job is to "Assist them in living as independently as possible". That does not mean doing everything for them and letting them sit on their duffs and get fat. That does not mean feeding them McD's every meal because they like it. That does not mean letting them get away with not brushing their teeth.
Bah. Enough of that. Everything ended up fine, and I don't have to deal with her for another two weeks. Life is sweet, eh?