Tomorrow I'm off to Calgary again. I'm getting really tired of doing that already. Getting up at 5am and not getting back home until almost 11pm doesn't really thrill me, go figure. This week it is a particular inconvience because it's the last week before Christmas and I actually have to make it to the mall at some point. Plus, my Mom and I wanted to do some baking and that's kind of hard to do when I'm asleep on my feet, so to speak.
Tonight I have to talk to C1 (caregiver one) about several things that she has been doing that are irritating and fairly unprofessional. Last night she was attempting to boss Morrison around. Ugh. I guess the consolation I have is that she doesn't have to work here if she doesn't want to and if she can't change I can tell her that she no longer is working here. Not that I want to do that, but if she can't act more professional (and for fuck's sake stop calling me buddy) I may have to.
8:29 p.m. - Monday, Dec. 20, 2004
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