The Balancing Act

It appears that I, me, now has a job. There are a few things that could change that in the next few weeks so please keep your expectations low for me. Mom, you've already got your expectations set completely below where the scale of expectations even begins, so that's good, and thanks for that.

I will be working with developmental disabilities. There is no gray area for autistic kids. If they hate me, I'm done, job gone, so this is the big test. I'm going to do alot of research on autism the next couple of weeks so if anyone has any insight out there, pass it along via email, jo_annehampton@yahoo.com.

Why is this what I want? For now, and this can change at any moment (because I'm me) but there are three types of people out there. The first type are the you and me's of the world playing the game but separated from type two by a few million/billion dollars. Then there is the third type, the people who neither can play the game or make the game. It is a different world for them and considering I spend half my life in my own little world myself, it's not a far stretch for me to understand and help them brush their teeth in the mornings.

Besides, I can never again in my life ever work for the type two DKs and DWs of the world. I'll stroke out. I like putting my Hello Kitty underwear and cargo pants on in the morning and trying to explain to a client that maybe banging their head on the pavement won't get them exactly what they want but lets talk it out, maybe it will, who knows. You couldn't talk it out with DK. He'd just keep banging YOUR head on the pavement until he got what he wanted. DKs not a big bacon fan, by the way.

All in all, it appears that I am performing the balancing act quite well. Met some great people since I've been home, too. It's been a great week in Edmonton and I'm just all around really happy right now. I have to also point out that anyone who puts $100/bottle truffle oil on green beans is my kind of person.