Day 5.

A tiring morning deserved relaxation in the park for the afternoon. Hot, sweaty. Trying to read but not being able to concentrate. The cider going down nicely. Until. Sudden rush of sickness. Again. Tired and hungry. Naked in the garden. He pissed on the lawn.

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I am so glad it is Friday. Mainly because it's this Friday. My weekend off work starts now. I definitely need it. Such a tiring job, even for a part timer. I've done full time; both in home care and a nursing home. Trust me, the exhaustion isn't much different. It was a good day albeit rushed. I did a good job. I thought I did a good job.

Cider is lovely yet sickly. Pear was a bad choice. Sitting in the park commenting about the book I was reading to someone who isn't really fussed about what I was reading. Angels and Goddesses. Not everyone's taste I admit. I won't waffle on about what I think about it but I do most certainly believe in it all. Whether it be religion or spirituality there isn't really any harm in hoping, wishing, believing that some of it is real. It can actually do you a lot of good; thinking of the 'impossible.'

Nothing amazing happened today. Never really does, I guess, but at the same time it did. I, like most others, woke up feeling demotivated, uninterested in what the day has ahead, purely because I have to work. I feel uninspired. Yet give me a few hours doing the job I love and I am the happiest little thing ever. Perhaps not 'little'... definitely 'thing'. I always used to resist against the possibility of having to become a care worker. I didn't think wiping bottoms would be 'my' kind of thing when, in actual fact, it is perfect for me. I suit it perfectly. It isn't all about wiping bottoms I found. In fact, most of the people I see don't actually require that kind of care. You get used to who could be a carer and who couldn't cut it pretty quickly. I have had plenty of people being fired or shouted at in an office for 'not being' a carer. You either want to do the job or you want the money. If you're doing it for the money your prospects are fairly low. We are underpaid. Horrifically. 

I feel good today. I feel happy. I am looking forward to the evening ahead which will include annoyance, excitement, arousal and enjoyment. (If I see you later you can pick which category you fit under!)

I have to admit, the best thing I have heard today is 'suck my anus'. 

This is a poor blog, I am sorry, but this has been my day! Wish you were me?!

Hannah xox

Hannah xox