Oy, what a day! (Or, how I did battle with Soc. Sec.)

First, let me say that I have spent all day with a paranoid schizophrenic, and may have had some of her thought (?) processes rub off on me. We went to the bank, expecting her disability payment to have been deposited. (Please, believe me when I say that this woman is truly disabled, she isn't really a part of this world.) Yep, you guessed it, it hadn't been. (I don't know how to turn off bold now that I turned it on, serves me right for trying to be creative when I'm brain-dead.)

Anyway, our next stop was the Social Security Administration. Oh Joy! 3 hours later, we got to speak with a bureaucrat. Have you ever sat in a crowded waiting room with a paranoid schizophrenic for 3 hours? My first time, too. Then I got to play interpreter between Ms. "So sorry for our error, but we can't give you any money for at least 5 days" and Ms. "They're all going through my pockets and I'm going to smash their f**ing heads". It was stimulating, to say the least.

I informed the SSA representative that this was an unacceptable situation, and since it really was their error, they needed to cut a check today. It took a good deal more "convincing" on my part, but eventually they did. Don't ever believe that they can't give you a paper check right there in the office, it just has to be approved by the local head honcho; and probably requires more paperwork or something.

After 5 hours of mental gymnastics with this particular client (which culminated with her propositioning me-----yes, really!) I got to spend 2 relaxing hours (no sarcasm here, they were relaxing hours) with a client that is merely bipolar, alcoholic, and DD.

So, y'all, how was your day?