Thursday

It's a regular Thursday at work. The only thing unusual is that the entire midwest, where I live, is flooding. But because some of the levees are holding and we're obviously all getting a little too comfortable around here, we're greeted with the occasional deadly tornado to keep us on our toes.

The freakish weather might not have anything to do with anything, but today...just today:

• 2 clients (who have worked for at least a year to get their kids back) had them taken away again;
• 1 client relapsed on drugs (see "burrito", below)
• 1 client relapsed on alcohol and was kicked out of her treatment facility; and
• 1 client threw a burrito at me. I tried to move, but it hit me in the chest. I watched it fall, graze my leg on the way down, and land on the floor of my office. I got the cheese off my shirt, the beans off my shoe, and the spatter of sour cream off my neck. But I still smell like salsa.

I think that all of my clients have started hanging out with each other. I can picture them together right now...on a raft...floating through the flooded city streets...out of their minds on meth.