it stinks in here

When I walked in the door this evening I noticed it smelled like ass. Or like sauerkraut cooking in the basement. It probably didn't help that it was pretty warm today and the house was closed up all day. I'm hiding out upstairs to get away from the smell. I'm too lazy to hang out downstairs because it would involve opening windows and then closing them before bed time. It is wonderful living in a place where you can't leave windows on the ground floor open for fear of burglars letting themselves in. The village people did this to me. Made me afraid. Assholes.

I think I had a good day at work today. Maybe I'm just drunk. Just kidding. One of the families in the shelter was told they have a place today. YAY!! They had been approved a long time ago but I was pretty sure they were going to be put off because apparently hurricane katrina victims are more worthy than regular people. This family has been through a ton of really hard stuff. They are new to this country and are here legally but have been discriminated against and just shit on in general. The husband is an accountant and the wife is an R.N. but because they have accents and dark skin they have been denied housing and passed up for employment. I'm about to file a complaint against their DHS case worker. Anyway, the woman was so happy when I told her they have a house that she started to cry and then quasi-tackled me with a hug. Because she was so happy and they have been through so much I let her get away with it and didn't beat her up for invading my personal space. I'm such a good social worker.

Tonight I got a chance to meet with a guy who started working at the agency about 6 months ago. He works in another program but we have the same lovely supervisor. I feel awful for him because he's really starting to notice she is crazy and an awful person. He seemed relieved when I told him I know what he is going through. I took a huge risk and told him that she is the cause of her own drama and that if he doesn't buy into it, he will probably be much better off. And I told him that if he tells anyone what I said, I will tell them he lied! So much for taking risks! But he seemed to take what I said to heart and I hope that I will be able to help him see through all the bullshit. I wish someone had done that for me!! Speaking of shitty supervisors, my supervisor was working on her cover letter for a job she is sending her resume in for. At first I thought she was going to ask me to proof read it for her. But she just ended up asking me what kinds of things I put in cover letters. I gave her real advice because I really really really want her to get this job. But I pretended like I was a little bummed she was thinking of leaving.

Time to find a snack and go to bed early.