Bob Loves Movies

One of the things that I forgot to mention about Bob is what he spends his can money on. Bob lives in a group home paid by his disability check. I'm pretty sure that he has a payee that takes care of his funds so any extra he gets collecting aluminum is his alone and used for lottery money.

Today, Bob walks into the agency on his weekly round of collecting cans. He knows which people are nice enough to save them for him and if it's a good day, you get to hear what he's up to. You can tell it's a good day by his hygiene and well, his report of his mood. He will tell you if hes, "above average", "mid-average", "mid to below average" and "below average." Today he reported that he was above average. He was so excited to tell us the tale of how he matched 3 of the 5 numbers in one of our state lottery games. It's not one of the big ones, just some add on that's a bit easier to win. Bob states, "I was so excited, and it couldn't of happened to a better person! I won ten dollars and because of this I was able to rent 5, 6, seven movies!" Then, just like that, in Bob fashion, he walks away before I could really respond.

Sydney's Card Obsession

You remember Sydney right? Well, she will not let me forget her. Sydney LOVES cards. Even though she is no longer in any of our programs, she still sends me a card every holiday. Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and sometimes New Years as well. Hell, if there was an Arbor Day card, I'm sure she's send me one to celebrate it. One of the things that I love about her is that she lets me know every year when her birthday is coming up so I don’t forget to send her a card. We're really not allowed to have a relationship with participants outside of our programs, but what is one little card? She always appreciates it. She appreciates it so much in fact, that she sends me a thank you card telling me so.

I have a rather massive collection in my desk after almost seven years. And yes, she still signs them, "your fiend." I love it.

The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same. Or Blah, Blah, Blah For Short.

Due to an anonymous comment, I realized that some people do actually read this thing and I have several stories that need posted. I have a rather inane habit of picking up things (mostly hobbies and ideas) and dropping them without notice. This blog is a great reflection of this. My personality tends to dictate that I need constant excitement and uncertainty in my life, which is probably why I haven't found other more stable and sane employment.

Anyway, there are stories to be told, and hopefully I can convince myself to stick with this for as long as I can. Bob the can man is back, my expertize with Autism continues and hopefully I will be able to chronicle my case with the chronic masturbator.

Life doesn't come in easily unwrapped packages I suppose.