11 Hours

I'm pooped! Today started at 4:30 when I decided my client would be fine getting herself started and did not really need a pep talk before starting to fry her sausage patties at McDonalds. 5:30 then rolled around and I had to get up. 6:15 saw me walking into McDonalds to just see my client working like a pro. I find it funny that I had such mixed feelings. Definitely was glad that my client was doing so well, but so incredibly tired that I kind of wished that she had needed my help to make my waking up before the butt crack of dawn worth it. Have you ever noticed that when you wake up and feel guilty about deciding to go back to sleep you only really ever sleep for about 5 minutes at a time? I really hope I'm not the only one that does that. Anyway, my work day started at 6:15 and ended at 4:45, so yet again I'm pooped.

I want to take a nuclear physics class. I think I would be an amazing nuclear physicist. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha sigh, I'm so tired of human services. Is it wrong to be so tired of my chosen profession at the ripe old age of 25?

I've been remembering some of my funny stories of my younger siblings recently. I had a conversation with a coworker and client about racism today, and I discussed how I feel like I have very rarely seen blatant racism, and that was primarily because Idaho was so non-diverse when I was growing up. I remember driving through Salt Lake City when my sister was 2 or 3 and she saw a group of black people on the sidewalk, did a double take, and said, "Mom! Look at the chocolate people!" Due to her age, there is no way she meant to be offensive, but she just hadn't seen enough black people to realize tha they were not made out of chocolate! Today I had to somewhat laugh at the response of the people listening to me tell this story. One of the individuals looked disgusted, and the other laughed out loud. So interesting to me how 2 people had different responses. Now I want to know what their experiences have been to motivate their different responses. I wonder how secretly racist I am. Or maybe not secretly, but just unconsciously. I hope not very. I wonder if by trying not to be racist, I'll actually appear more racist. hmmmmmmm....