If you can't beat 'em, join em...(but don't tell anyone)

Holy depression, that last blog was pure courtneylove/marilynmanson/garybusey.  Sorry about that. While I usually enjoy being an OG, sometimes I get a little OE (original emo). If you don't know what OG stands for, get off my blog and find the part of you that missed out on 1990's popular culture.

Now, on to more important matters: hypocrisy among social workers. During my recent trips to crazytown, there were many instances in which I found myself questioning weather or not I had the right to feign an air of moral  superiority over clients.  For those of you who will take issue with the concept of feigning an air of moral superiority (I know you idealists are out there) then please let me know what you call it when you attempt to make the advice you give believable and from a source that must know better than the client?  In any case, I have played many roles in my lifetime but hypocrite  has not often been a part well suited to me, until recently apparently. 

As it turns out, my hypocrisy knew some bounds : )  I gave up social work for a year and am very likely a better person for it. Due to the fact that 9.00 an hour as a work from home customer service rep does not pay the bills, and the fact that it is nowhere near as rewarding as oh, say, saving someone's life...I am BACK. So watch your back, yall. I'm out to kill with optimism and flowers and such again : )