Subject: congestion

Mood: just plain tired
Music: Tori Amos' "Crucify"

Supposedly, I had enough sleep last night - seven hours ought to do it. But I kept waking up from nightmares. All of them had to do with my supervisor getting wicked angry with me, and later on, firing me. I know at one point she was yelling at me because I hadn't written up the evals that I was supposed to. Later on, I was realising that I had NASCAR drivers for clients, (which is weird, because I work in a middle school, but I didn't pick up on this oddity at the time). I remember trying to figure out when I was going to be able to meet with all of them, when to fit in their sessions. Just before I woke up, I was trying to figure out a treatment plan for Steve Park. I know, at one point, Ricky Rudd was brought up, but I don't remember which other drivers were mentioned in my dream.

Work was okay today. I was busy from the time I got there 'til the time I left, which meant that I didn't get too much time to write up progress notes on the three sessions that I had. One session was only ten minutes long, so that was no big deal. Problem was, the one hour session I'd had with a student today was all the way at ten in the morning, and I didn't write up the notes until just before I left. It's a good thing I had her draw for me; that helped jog my memory. But I just feel like I left out important observations that I had made when I'd met with this girl.

Besides sessions, I went to two meetings. One was with the mother of a client I have on hold, (long story, big mess), and we barely exchanged a single word. But I'd find her staring at me from way across the table. I really didn't have anything to add to that meeting; I'd only met with her kid twice, and that was a couple weeks ago. I don't know what she thought of me, but I really don't care either.

I'm really getting concerned about one of my clients, who just seems really out there. I think she's incredibly creative, and everybody's trying to get her to be more mainstream. Which is just not her. But it seems to be my job now to conform kids. Ironic.

- dearjoan's shadow

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