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Saturday, October 29, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A new job in a new state and new funnies
Phew, it has been a while since I've updated this blog. A lot has happened, a lot has changed, and people are still saying a lot of funny things.
From time to time I stop by my friend Amy's blog Overheard On The 92 and laugh at the people she encounters (after all it might be the reason I decided to start this blog). I had a couple funny stories I HAD to share with her yesterday and it made me realize I should go ahead and start this blog back up. I love sharing my stories with my old gang in the DC area now that I'm gone.
I'm sure the people who read this already know that I packed up and made the 1700 mile journey back to Louisiana from DC just over a year ago, but in case you didn't know that...I did! I couldn't be happier with my move home as it means I get to see the love of my life on a semi regular basis (for those who don't know the love of my life is my precious 4 year old niece). I'm still adjusting to being back here and not having my amazing friends a phone call and metro ride away but I did just get to spend the weekend with them so that helps.
Now my job...it is quite interesting and if you're not in homeless services it might be a little hard to understand. I still have trouble trying to explain what I do to people outside of this type of work so bare with me as I try. I now work with adults who were homeless at some point or in danger of being homeless. They're now in Permanent Supportive Housing (PSH) which is sorta like Section 8 (something I think everyone knows about) but really nothing like it except it is paid for in full or partially by the government. That is where the similarities end. My clients or "tenants" as we're supposed to call them (still trying to get use to that) aren't housed in projects, or ghettos. They could be your next door neighbor, for real. They're great people and each has some type of disability (physical, mental, combination) and are truly some of the funniest, strangest, crude, and wonderful people I've ever met.
Make sense? Don't worry if it doesn't, I'm still trying to figure it out myself. I've only been at this job 2.5 months so my knowledge is still very limited. And with all of that said, please take a moment to welcome "Gone Pecan: A Granola's Life With A Bunch Of Nuts" back to um gracing your computer screen!
From time to time I stop by my friend Amy's blog Overheard On The 92 and laugh at the people she encounters (after all it might be the reason I decided to start this blog). I had a couple funny stories I HAD to share with her yesterday and it made me realize I should go ahead and start this blog back up. I love sharing my stories with my old gang in the DC area now that I'm gone.
I'm sure the people who read this already know that I packed up and made the 1700 mile journey back to Louisiana from DC just over a year ago, but in case you didn't know that...I did! I couldn't be happier with my move home as it means I get to see the love of my life on a semi regular basis (for those who don't know the love of my life is my precious 4 year old niece). I'm still adjusting to being back here and not having my amazing friends a phone call and metro ride away but I did just get to spend the weekend with them so that helps.
Now my job...it is quite interesting and if you're not in homeless services it might be a little hard to understand. I still have trouble trying to explain what I do to people outside of this type of work so bare with me as I try. I now work with adults who were homeless at some point or in danger of being homeless. They're now in Permanent Supportive Housing (PSH) which is sorta like Section 8 (something I think everyone knows about) but really nothing like it except it is paid for in full or partially by the government. That is where the similarities end. My clients or "tenants" as we're supposed to call them (still trying to get use to that) aren't housed in projects, or ghettos. They could be your next door neighbor, for real. They're great people and each has some type of disability (physical, mental, combination) and are truly some of the funniest, strangest, crude, and wonderful people I've ever met.
Make sense? Don't worry if it doesn't, I'm still trying to figure it out myself. I've only been at this job 2.5 months so my knowledge is still very limited. And with all of that said, please take a moment to welcome "Gone Pecan: A Granola's Life With A Bunch Of Nuts" back to um gracing your computer screen!
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