Archive for February, 2008

Stressed Eric

February 28, 2008

Well….I should be in a meeting this morning but it was cancelled. Blog hiatus ends abruptly.

Tomorrow is hand in date for my interim portfolio. In non social work student language that means big folder full of placement evaluation work including an extortianate amount of information condensed into a small work count and some complicated graphs on which we have to plot our progress toward percieved and enforced learning goals.

We are supposed to include an indepth piece of service user feedback. I arranged to go and collect this today and the client postponed it. Cue lots of ripping out hair and panicking. My uni tutor bless her responded to my anguished email by phoning me up at work and pretty much talking me down from the ceiling. Apparently i must calm down and hand in what i have. *breathe*

Mean while……

I had my second practice observation on tuesday. It went surprisingly well! I know i know i worry like its going out of fashion. My assessor was a Families Officer in the Navy. and it showed. Military precision doesn’t quite cover it! He made notes that looked like a film script. (so we arrive at the house, and then we went in, and then you said…and then the service user said, and then you said…and so on). I really couldn’t fault him and he said nice thinks like ‘you fulfill your professional responsibility’ and ‘your assessment style is thorough and structured’. Service users commented that i made them feel at ease and they liked my approach, suggestions etc and were really happy with the service.

Beaming!

SGT

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Recess

February 26, 2008

I am all blogged out after the marathon debate below and drowning in portfolio work.

I will be back in due course.

In the mean time here is a test card.

(its shep and his stray puppy. shep is on the right he he. it made me smile so much im sharing.)

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Go on…..write them a caption x

Grumpy Old Woman

February 22, 2008

Yes I am getting old but ~I need to vent.

  • I think the Brits were crap this year. Why do they time delay and edit it? Stuff going wrong/controversial IS the entertainment. I’m bored of TT and Kylie winning awards year after year. Its BORING. Jesus who was the stylist this year?! Leona Lewis looked like a cross between a quality street chocolate and a fat drag queen. Less is more! Even though they are cheesy pop i’d have liked to have seen Girls Aloud win something. They are what they are but they have been WORKING this year and pushing out the singles and selling tabloids. and i love them shamelessly. However….i hated Kate Nash’s singing accent until i heard her talk! She actually sounds like that, so fair enough, carry on with you indiechav anthems. And as for Amy Winehouse…i need a whole new bullet point for her…..
  • Amy’s performances were bettter than i expected and by the second one she’d got control. BUT, performing at the events put enourmous pressure on artists who are functioning well, let alone one struggling with the monsterous demon of addiction. I think Amy is a wonderful, talented artist but she needs to be at home being nurtured and cared for, not at awards ceremeonies and the record company/manager/whoever else who are profiting from her, i think you are very greedy and irresponsible.
  • Celebrity sell outs. Ewan McGegor advertising afteshave. Tony Robinson advertising well everything! I’m dissapointed in you.
  • Oh god. Advertising in general. Why do they abuse language all the time? If its ‘extra free’ what you mean is extra, free’. You can’t say ‘absolutely free’ either it is free of charge or its discounted.
  • People who write public information signs which read ‘work shall commence on….’ No. Its ‘will’. ‘shall’ can only be used after ‘we/i/they/he/she’.

Meanwhile i’ve found a whole new way to wind myself up. You can find it here http://www.thisisplymouth.co.uk not only is the journalism prejudiced and irresponsible but the reader comments are scary as hell and shows how racist and bigoted Joe Public is. Which brings me to my number one rant…..

JUST BECAUSE YOU PAY TAXES DOESN’T MAKE YOU SAINT AND OR GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO JUDGE EVERYONE/ANYONE WHO MIGHT NOT PAY TAX AT PRESENT.

(i’ve had my jacket potato i’m feeling a bit better now he he)

Better to burn out than fade away

February 20, 2008

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This is some of the fire sculpture I did with the young dudes. I think its pretty cool.

Yours sincerely still wasting away

February 20, 2008

8st 1lb. Sigh. I look like a spoon again.

Surprisingly for me I have maintained 3 meals a day for the last few weeks but somehow misplaced 4/5lbs.

I don’t have much appetite but i’m trying.  Since the flu from hell i’ve made an effort to eat a bit more sugar and fat, albeit reluctantly.

I look like a bright blue stickman today.

Humph

Now we’re getting somewhere…

February 19, 2008

I have had a moderately productive weekend…..I have mostly been:

  • Triumphing over computer adversity….amillionpieces helped me on Friday with some MP4 conversion but I went on to get one on over on the Kodak Photo Printer Dock (contrary little bugger) and get some prints ready for one of Mr SGT’s homecoming present (which isn’t a surprise).  AND fix Mama SGT’s ready for the skip desktop and retrieve all sorts of files she thought she had lost. computer trickery is an excellent bargaining tool for…..
  • Help with junk disposal: The itsy weeny corridor in my flat was blocked with the charity shop bursting bin liners…now it isnt!
  • Now its blocked with enourmous holdall containing all my horse riding equipment and lots of other now homeless posessions turfed out of former family home. Mother mused that Mr SGT and I really need a shed.
  • I went to a wedding fair. It was quite hideous. Actually it was really hideous. In fact i wish id taken photos.
  • But i did manage to produce a guest list. I am at 38 people and 3 babies. Hurrah.
  • We have one of two venues to go and look at now. Plymouth licensed wedding venues are a bit thin on the ground though. Hey ho.

Meanwhile…..facebook is starting to spook me a bit. Little boy who I dated for a v short time on holiday when i was 14ish looked me up. Lives just up the road. Surely thats it now for blast from the past?

Written in marker pen on a sandwich board outside a store in Torquay…

February 16, 2008

‘EVERYTHINK MUST GO’

I despair.

To the passengers of the delayed 16.56 Wessex Trains service from Newton Abbot to Paignton, 15/02/2007

February 15, 2008

Obviously the best way to  guarantee a seat/make the train leave earlier/arrive home faster/whatever the hell was so important is to stand as close to the just about to open automatic doors as possible. When they open, do not attempt to step back, allowing the disembarking passengers to alight in an orderly fashion. Instead, crowd in a bit closer so they have to squeeze past you. give them disaproving looks whilst doing so, how dare they exist! Save your extra disapproving looks and tutting for the poor lady who gets off last with a pushchair and a small child. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES OFFER TO HELP HER  lift the buggy down on to the platform or again, consider stepping back from the doors to let her through. I mean really……pushchairs should be banned outright!!  When this poor lady gives you all a bit of a look, make rude comments.

I was seething with rage when i got to Torquay. It was just absurd.

Mother: Hello dear, are you alright?

SGT: RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (insert whinging about the above)

Mother: Ha ha. You’re getting old.

Post V Day (because my brain is pickled and i cant think of a good song lyric just now)

February 15, 2008

So that was Happy Hallmark Day. Hope you all had a good one free from dissapointment, arguments and Shell garage bouquets. I fared extremely well this year but then again my intended is far away…i’d rather have had him home and no presents.

But however…I got home from a very long week wanting to curl up and die yesterday but hsalf an hour later had a new pair of boots from Office i had been coveting for some time, some posh chocolates and a bottle of Laurent Perrier.

Hmm….new shoes…posh booze and then one of the MYF’s phoned to see what i was up to…’getting merry with you and then going out’ was the response. He he.

I also recieved what should have been a gorgeous bouquet of pink and red  long stemmed roses but what turned up was a bouquet of roses with frostbite and the petals falling off. One cross sounding phone call later and the little chap turned up and swapped them for a new set. Fairs fair I thought…..and then after id cut them and stood them in a vase i woke up this morning to find most of the heads had drooped right over and petals were falling already. I  know its only flowers but i really wanted to cry. They should have made my flat pretty for a week but i suspect they will be binned on sunday night when i get back from my folks. The irritation.

And finally heres the post i never thought id write. My mother has arranged to take me to a wedding fair on sunday. *in the style of Lindsay Lohan’s mother in Mean Girls* ‘WHO ARE YOU?’ That said i have gone from overwhelmed and confused about this whole wedding business to aquiring ideas and actually starting to enjoy it a bit.

Trust me, I’m a Social Worker…

February 14, 2008

Last year on placement I ended up cutting down trees with mental health service users. I didn’t think I could cut down a tree all by myslef. I was wrong! That must have been one of my most bizarre experiences ever though and I didn’t think I could top that on my course. Well…….

This week I have been working on an art project with the young people who have had codntact with our service. On tuesday we sat on the floor in a disused cooperage at Royal William Yard (will only mean anything to you if you’re from down ‘ere) and drew pictures of magic pants and wrote instructions on how to run away successfully. On wednesday I went to the beach and drew in the sand and made gingerbread men self portraits. Later on we ran around a big field, made a big heart out of glass rope, watched some lambs being born and stand up for the first time, built a house out of planks (i did lots of the hammering myself), made huge cut out signs that spelled ‘missing’ and ‘i’m here’ (the yp’s decided they were thre most iconic statements), watched the sun set into the sea for the first time in years and then finally set fire to the sculptures and watched them burn to the delight of all present.  This morning i have been at a hydrotherapy pool helping with taking photos of the yp’s underwater wearing ballgowns and fairy wings and tracksuits and all sorts.

So yeh i agree with all the cynics, being a social worker is really depressing and all doom, gloom and more doom.