Lights

Hello all!

I finally figured out why I haven't been able to sign in to blog. It's because I changed my password. I just thought it was because gmail is not allowed on this computer at work.

As you can tell, I am ALWAYS productive at work.

So today is Pioneer Day. Apparently there was a marathon today too. So I left for work, knowing I would be on time (which is a huge feat for me at seven in the morn') and there were detours EVERYWHERE. I really mean everywhere. I had no clue how to get to work and since I was so late already, I decided to grab some diet coke because I am exhausted...like always.

I also bought one for my co-worker for putting up with my tardiness. She was grateful for it.

I just also asked her if she was ok with me posting her in my blog with HIPAA and whatnot. She said that if I didn't say anything like she has a horse face or something. My reply? "Well you aren't Sara Jessica Parker." Below the belt, but hilarious non the less.

I have been reading a lot, which is great. Of course, all my books are about mentally-ill people and just weird stuff like that. Like, I have read The Bell Jar, Shutter Island, The Psychopath Test, and....something else. So I was thinking, "Hey Chelsea, maybe it's time to read something happy or something." That leads me to reading Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Not my idea of happy, but it is still really good? There also are no crazies, so that is a plus. Just some kid's dad dying in 9/11. Super happy.

While reading it, I came across a really great quote in it. In it, Oskar is visiting an old man and seeing if he knows anything about his dad and this mysterious key...or something like that. So the old guy (who is lonely, I am sure of it. I want to find all the lonely people in the world and give them a cat) was talking and he said this:

"So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds and thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!"

Yeah, that made me go into a cry fest. Like, ugly cry fest, and I am not an ugly crier. I mean, I was making faces and wailing a bit, snot was everywhere. It was bad.

So work just got in the way. I am tired (three hours of restless sleep will do that to you), but all is well. Remember your pioneer heritage, folks, and have a great holiday!

Cheers.

Ch.Wa



On Your Way

Oooook, people. I just recently read my last post and oh. my. hell. Spelling errors galore. It looked awful. I couldn't even write "please" correctly at the end. So now I will always blog while at work.




Classy and productive, I know.



So this week, I am working seven days in a row. You read that right; I am working every day this week. I might even work more in a row because I don't have my schedule for UNI next week. It is day three right now and I am already exhausted. I mean, don't get me wrong it is all going well. I am still loving Valley Mental (the things that go on...the names I get called. It is AWESOME) and I like working the warm lines here at UNI, but it is all just a lot of work. Plus, I get off of work at eleven tonight and I have to be at work tomorrow at seven.



I am SO excited.



Life is going great, though. I am loving my place, I finally got a bed, and I guess it is all pretty chill. Orientation and all the training for UNI has been a blast, especially the CPI training. In it, I learned how to restrain people and get out of situations that include being bit, punched, choke, and hair pulling. Intense stuff I learned. I turned to the girl that has been through all the training with me and I said "What the hell are we getting ourselves into?!" It was a good laugh, but a nervous one at that. The nice thing is that I will most likely never be in a situation where I will have to deal with those things. No one can really punch through a fun, except in really funny cartoons. Plus, words really don't hurt anymore. I can thank my last job for that. Funny story though. I asked one of my clients to do something and I called him bud. He turned to me and said "Chelsea, I would really appreciate it if you didn't call me bud. I'm not your buddy and you aren't my buddy." Honestly, I am totally ok with that because I really don't want him as my buddy.



So cruel I am.



I love my clients at Valley though. It is great being in a job where the clients are steady and I can build relationships with them. I always tell them that they are all going to give me lung cancer because I go and talk to them while they smoke. They are just cool people.



Uh, other news in my life.......my posture is really great right now. I am ninety-five percent perfect posture right now. It isn't one hundred because my feet are crossed. Woe is me. Lucille is great. Her cold is better and we have cuddle time ALL THE TIME. My roommates made fun of me one night because they heard me say, "Come on, Lucille, it's cuddle time." Yeah, they told their friends that I did that. I wasn't even mad.



I dress like an adult now. Like, I own a million pairs of slacks now. I have to dress up at UNI and I feel like a professional person with an adult job. It is great. Plus, my butt hasn't looked this good before. I've got swag.

I spend my weekends lying in bed watchin Les Miserables. I need friends. Or more cats.

Eddie went missing. He ran away during a thunderstorm. We are all pretty much messes (my mom especially) and I really miss him too. I hope that people are taking care of him and that he will come home. I know this is lame, but pray that he will make it back. He is the best dog and I need my cuddle buddy back.



Uh, I think that is it. I am always forgetting to eat but I drink a lot of water. I wear make up a lot too? This may be the most boring post ever, but at least I am updating.



Right?



Right.



Cheers.

Ch.Wa

Bring Him Home

Oh hey everybody. Look who is updating their blog. I will give you a hint: it's me. A lot has happened since I last blogged about my good tidings. You see, I am finally moved into my new place. I have some great roommates. I mean, they are all normal. I lucked out to the extreme. The place is beautiful, the neighborhood is awesome. And he layout of my room is kick ass. So that is going on. I also have not one but TWO jobs. You see, I have some weird issues of just having one job. It's too...normal for me. And lemme tell you something; my jobs rock me like a hurricane. I am working for Valley Mental Health and the University of Utah's Neuropsychiatric Institute (aka UNI). With VMH, I am working at a home that is just for the homeless population. This has been a great job. Right from the interview, I felt that this is an amazing place. The employees actually care about the clients and want them to be able to live productive lives and help them reach their goals. I absolutely love it there. I love the people I work with, I love the clients already, and I love just having a job. With UNI; it is a dream come true. To me, it is the Mecca of jobs. The establishment is AMAZING and the care the people give is out of this world. You see, it is extremely patient oriented so much that the patiet satisfaction is 96 percent (remember that forty percent of these people have come involuntary.). Incredible. I already love it and feel part of the community that is there. There is a hell of a lot of training and it has all Ben entertaining and a little intimidating, especially the self defense we learned that delt with: hair pulling, choking, biting, punching, kicking, and all other types of behavior. It was...intense and that is an understatement. Why I am so excited about this job though is my job title. I am a peer specialist. Pretty much I get paid to have a me two illness and I am appreciated with what I have. I am the first person the people meet and my job is helping them relax and feel ok with being there. I get to share my recovery story with these folks all day and show them that it will be ok. I get to help break the stigma of mental illness and I get to help these people on their way to recovery and back to life. This has been a huge blessing for me. What I thought was a hinderence in my life is actually a gift that I get to share with others. I am tested with upmost respect and am seen as a crucial person for the center. It has helped me so much in my daily recovery and is a daily reminder that I am ok with what I have. Greatest thing ever. With training and work though I am one. Isy girl. This last week I have worked over fifth hours. Going from not working for the past two month to this has been a it overwhelming. I have. Den sick from the stress and have a nice cry every night. I know it will get better once I get the routine. Oh! I also got a cat! She is the most precious thing on earth. She is an old maid and I love her. She looks just like Liza and do her name is Lucille 2 from Arrested Development. She has helped me with the loneliness I am feeling and we have cuddle time all the time. Either is pretty much it. I am loong life like always and I am so grateful for all the good that is happening to me. God boss you all and I will *try* to update more. Cheers Ch. Wa. Pathos has been written on the phone. Ignore all spelling errors pleas.