Today was a bitch...so I'm bitching. I fired the human pig that witnesses say abused a woman. Of course she denied it. Of course it's going down the union grievance trail. Of course I have to report this to the state so they can come in and give me an abuse tag. Of course I have to write a plan of correction on how I am going to prevent this from happening again. Of course I can, I am a Goddess. Of course this makes perfect sense because we are talking about government bullshit. Of course we know how rational the government is.

Then at 6pm I have a fucking crackhead - I'm serious here - flies into my office talking 5000 words per minute about how fucked up this place is and Dad's care is always getting delayed. He goes on and on about how he has 8 employees and he knows how hard it is to get people to work. (He just got out of prison last month and applied for a job in housekeeping at our facility last week.) So he's really topping the bullshit meter out, anyway then he starts ranting how the director and the administrator are never there, they only came in last week when the state was in the building and nobody has seen them since.

I tried to tell him I was the director and pointed at a nurses station where the administrator was, so he could see we were definitely here. He didn't shut up long enough to hear me and goes on to say that he didn't want them anyway he was told to find Dawn because she was the one to get things handled so fuck the director and the administrator anyway. Alrighty then.

So he proceeds to tell me he is going to call the state and report that the director and administrator "better known as the head honchos" are never there. He's ranting and raving so I decide at this point I'm going to talk to dear old Dad. So he follows me up to the room ranting that every time Dad puts on his call light he has to wait at least 10 minutes sometimes for someone to answer it. Then it might not be a nurse who answers it, it could be anybody. (Well it's our policy if you go by a call light, no matter who you are, you answer it.) So he's got me there.

So as I'm trying to talk to Dad..the son picks up the phone, calls the state and is reporting to them that the director and the administrator are never in the building. Shit. I think I passed into that parallel universe again.

I hear him tell the state he can't talk to the director, she's never there, so he had to get somebody named Dawn to complain too. Actually this is all just too stupid for words.

When a complaint is lodged with the state, they have 10 working days to come in and investigate. So..with the self reported abuse today, and this fucking crackhead, that means 2 more surveys in the next 2 weeks.

Just for the record, I'm real tired of this shit.