our social worker is a softy

Y'all probably think I hate my job reading this blog.  You'd be right. Har. Bada bing.

Seriously there are things I like about it.  One of the things I like best is how funny it is. You might think, how the hell can an ER job be funny?  Being about tragedy and shit? Yeah thats true some of the time.  That part sucks.  What what keeps us coming back are the funny parts.

Like yesterday.  I'm in triage.  A guy comes up to the desk and asks to see the social worker. Thats it. Doesn't want to be seen, just wants to see the social worker.  Whatever.  I call our long suffering social worker and she agrees to come out and see this guy.

Oh BTW, did I mention that when he originally came up to the window, he asks if he could take the pop cans from the recycling bin home?  I said no, I don't think we can let you do that. You know me, I'm a bitch.

So anywho, the social worker comes out and goes out to the waiting room to talk to him. Turns out he came to ask if he could get some money for Christmas presents... Well, unfortunately our Christmas present fund was at zero, so sorry, we won't be giving you any Christmas present money.

But now listen to this! Our social worker told him he could take the pop cans! She said, ONLY FOR TODAY THOUGH, you can't come back..  What a softy.

And that folks is why we keep coming back.