Psst.....

Even thought I do not work in a field that typically recieves tips or gifts during this time of year, we do have clients, not all of them but some, that get us little gifts. Generally it's a little something from the dollar store, but we do occationally get a really nice gift, such as the one above. I have always appreciated these gifts, no matter what they are, because I think that is the parent's way of saying that they are grateful for what we do. But if I'm being entirely honest, a sincere "Thank you" from a parent means more then anything that could be bought.

My Grown Up Christmas List

Here is my real Christmas list, NOT in order of importance:

1) A new Job- I'm not entirely sure that I want to work for a different company- things have definately changed for the better- but I would like either a new position or a promotion. Or at the very least:
2) My own office
3) A pay raise
4)Mr. Right- you will notice I didn't say "a boyfriend", I said mr. right because time's awastin'
5) My own apartment- things with the roomies have been a slight bit better, but I have come to the conclusion that things will always have to be done Liza's/sometimes Jen's way. Plus I think I'm a better decorator!
6) A winning lottery ticket
7) Faster results at the gym
8) to be further along with my master's degree
9) Health insurance (without a huge price tag)
10) for my apartment to be mouse free!
11) to be able to fix the scratch on my pretty car
12) for the rest of my family to be able to move somewhere where they will be safe

We girls...Can Do Anything! That's Right Barbie!

Andrew, the one who has worked for us for a long 5 months, assumed the role of director at the start of this week. I have been dreading this because Andrew, bless his little soul, knows nothing about BHRS( the type of program I work in- Behavioral Health Rehabilitation Services). I fully expected to see further signs of the apocalypse upon arriving at the office on Monday morning. But it has been, MUCH to my suprise, a pretty good week. The head honcho and I had a discussion one morning about how he just now realized that the company had previously been run by an evil little clique(I'm paraphrasing) and that certain employees were being "sabataged". And I was given a slight promotion. Andrew has decided that there should be 3 levels of TSS, each with a different pay rate. The highest TSS, called Level 1 ( yes, I know it doesn't make sense- there's a reason I nicknamed him Barbie), has the added responsibility of training the new TSS- something that I already did, but now I will get paid extra to do it. YAY ME!! I am not totally convinced that I want to stick around at this place, but it's a possibility.