Adventures of a Social Worker: Part I

Caleb continuously asks me why I don't write more about my job as a social worker.  Mostly its because the world of blogging is my main escape from the stress of my job.  I love that I can come here and write about Pinterest and decorations and food without the reality that everyday at 8:00 AM I go to work and try to solve the world's problems.  Okay, okay... maybe it isn't that bad, but it is pretty stressful when you have people relying on you to help them get food or their medications or for help keeping their electric on.

All that being said, my job is part of who I am.  Its what stresses me out, how I spend the majority of my waking hours, and most days its my passion.  Sooooo I have decided that its time to talk about it.

Today I am going to start off pretty light.  I'm going to introduce you to my cubicle.  

Yes, my cubicle.  Notice that most of these pictures have a greenish yellow quality.  That would be because there are no windows, and in fact, no natural light where my cubicle is located.  I am just the lowly social worker.  No office.  No window.  Just my cubicle to call home.

I did sass it up with a picture of me and the hubby.  Believe me, I have thought many a times about how I could use various Pinterest projects to make this space real cute, but I haven't gotten the nerve.  Yet.

My only other piece of decor is this printout from my boss.  I recently had quite the run-in with a buggy situation so she thought this was funny.  Funny, but true.  Oh so true.

My day starts and ends in my cubicle.  My main source of life-support is coffee.  Before becoming a social worker I didn't drink caffeine.  That was back when I was young and stupid.  Caffeine is my friend, my lifeline, how I survive.  Okay... I'm being dramatic again...

But seriously, I have gotten quite creative at making custom office coffee blends.  This one consists of 1/2 packet of Swiss Miss mixed with a full cup of coffee.  Should I Pinterest that recipe?

This next picture I am quite proud of.  At this newest social work job I have my own tape dispenser.  Pish posh you might be saying.  In the land of social work resources are scarce.  I feel quite important that I have a tape dispenser AND a stapler {all my own} at this job.

So there you have it.  My cubicle.  Exciting right?