Yesterday I had to send my favorite client back to P.R.I. I shouldn't have favorite but I do. He was having a major bad day complete with shaking his fist at the customers, yelling loudly and walking too fast as he was talking to himself and wandering away from me and he even said shut up but not very loud as he heard a little kid crying. I just don't know why Target has kept him employed so long. Probably because half the staff and management there secretly feel like doing the same thing to some of those customers. Maybe they are like, "you go dude!"

Anyway I do fear that someone will complain and that he will lose his job. So I had to get out my tough love although I don't often do it. I called Terri B. to pick him up and the poor guy was in tears over it. Tears I could not believe. He was so remorseful and promised never to do it again if only I'd give him a second chance. Where have I heard that one before? File that under abusive spouse speak. I don't cave to that anymore. It made me realize that there is so much more I need to know about his particular disability which is a rare one. It's not autism and for the first months I worked with him treated it like it was and thats not exactly it but I will research it more. I won't say what it is here because that could be filed under identifying client information and I take data privacy seriously. Anyhow I felt really bad for him but I would feel worse if he lost his job. He's one of the reasons I drive that far every day. I really look forward to seeing him and I like working with him. I was hoping that if I learned more about it I could help him more. By the end of the day I wrote up a behavior contract that I hope he can understand and will be able to follow. I may have to make some changes though.

Later on I went to the YWCA and I heard Annice's class and I wanted to be there so I think I will go next week. It always sounds fun but also a little frightening. Every time I go in there I think maybe I should bring my own body bag just in case. I think I'm about ready to join the Silver Sneakers crew there instead.

Then I had an embaressing moment when I was on the machine that I like to refer to as the ass buster. I was looking at how high the weight was going as my leg went back because I like to keep my movements even and equal. I only use ten pounds because I have this flabby old ass. It amazes me that some people can push 100 pounds with their gluteals. Talk about your hard asses. So I was in total concentration looking at the puny ten pound weight and then I finished my sets and when I looked up and was getting off who is looking at me but my young coworker Kristin, who is in her twenties. She's got a few extra pounds on her too but I was worried she would gossip at work. I don't know if she's like that but you never know. The older generation is fodder for the younger ones to goof on. I know I'm fair game. I used to be one of the younger ones so I remember that dynamic well.

Yesterday at the office Teresa said my jeans were cute and I said thanks but inwardly wondered what she meant and maybe it was just that she liked my jeans but you never know. I thought they were age appropriate and fit alright except the legs were a litle too long. Thats what you get when you have to shop at Savers thrift store for most of your wardrobe. I like the dark denim and the light stitiching but then I don't really like the way they look on me that much. Teresa looks like a model and I have to wonder what she is really thinking. I think I worry too much.