Just another day at the office

I went to bed early, as I tend to do when I can, so I could get a good night of rest.  Ron made some noise, waking me up several times, but I managed to sleep through most of it. 

When I woke up, I found Ron passed out, under the upended kitty condo (I pray no cats were on it at the time), Ron's bed pulled feet away from the wall (and the frame doesn't have wheels), Ron's wheelchair thrown against the wall, in between the bed and the wall. 

The rest of his room was trashed.  I can't talk about some of it but I wished I could have taken a photo for you. 

Another blackout: just another day at the office. 

I was awake at 3, an hour before my alarm, and I just decided to roll with it.  What was the point of going back to bed just to get up again?  I took a shower and did my God Time. 

I really didn't want to wake Ron up, he gets very hostile.  He woke up on his own, thank God.  He got angry at me.  Why didn't I stop him from trashing his room? 

"Because you would have beaten me up."  He didn't deny it, and that made me angrier than anything.  He was in a very hostile, angry, bitter mood.  He kept screaming invective at God. 

I don't know what God had to do with Ron pouring too much vodka down his throat.  "I was only trying to sleep" Ron whined. 

"It's funny" I said casually, aware he could snap at any minute.  "When you were in the rehab hospital you never needed anything to sleep, and you weren't drinking either."   He didn't deny it. 

I told him he had to change his entire outfit, and left him alone.  A little before our pickup time I looked in on him, he was dressed in clean clothes and was putting his shoes on.  He was still belligerent but mostly ready to go. 

Ron doesn't like to be ready on time.  He has this attitude "You can't make me come out".  He sees a person expecting punctuality as "dominating".  So he took his sweet time putting on his waist pack and getting into his wheelchair (which he managed to get out on his own).  In the meantime, the van, with another passenger trying to go to work, was waiting patiently in the driveway. 

We went to another client's house and picked up a "slow" man in a wheelchair.  We tried to take him to his workshop (daycare) but it wouldn't even open for an hour.  Families do that. 

Instead of saying "He needs an appointment time of 8" and getting him picked up at 7, they say "Give me a pickup time of 6" and leave the paratransit company to babysit him for 2 hours before the "workshop" opens.  If they do that before and after the workshop, they get 4 hours of free babysitting in addition to all the time spent at the workshop.  And they're still getting paid to take care of 'em. 

Ensue all kinds of drama, we couldn't leave the man, but she couldn't leave until she had permission to leave.  She finally got permission to take us to work. 

We barely got to work in time to get the carts out and ready for sandwiches.  We got our delivery.  It was $30, it was supposed to be $20.  Ron will have to call and sort that out.  He was too aggressive to do it today. 

He was barely civil to the customers, but passable.  I worked my tail off stocking.  Ron told me I could take $65 out of a vending machine and keep it, because my repair worked.  Saved Ron some money. 

Too bad I can't make him up a receipt to write it off. 

Eventually, we did it all and came home.  Ron began drinking immediately.  Ron knew I was tired and needed a nap; he proceeded to make a lot of noise and curse me out when I protested.  As if that wasn't enough, the dog behind us got upset about something and barked a lot. 

Now we're going to go grab a fast food dinner. 

Tomorrow we need to do a big supply run.  Here's to hoping he "lets" me sleep tonight. 

I wish I could be more positive - uplifting, spiritual - but this is all I got, gang.  Sorry.