Later that day, the young ‘child’ it’s an affectionate term for my young carer who loves the reward stickers for the schools from the supermarket. (It’s a kiddy commodity to get the school certain rewards, usually sports equipment etc)
As we are driving, our conversation sometimes goes like this –
“So, she bought tickets for her mum (who sounds like my age) to go see a concert on Sunday night. Oh? Who are you going to see? Robin Williams. No, I shake my head. It can’t be him. Try again. Oh, he has a? It’s definitely Williams. Oh, was he in Take That? (my bad, she wasn’t born then) Is it Robbie Williams? Yeah! I think it’s that.
Oh, sweetheart, she’s going to see Robbie Williams, I mean he’s ok, not my cuppa tea, but good on her. I imagine she’s going to be very embarrassed by her mum reliving her youth.
Can’t wait to see my young carer on Friday to ask her how it went.
I think I have worked my way around having carers in my home very well. Here’s an example; I have a rewards system, they can gain points or lose points and they have no idea how to do either.
I’ve been getting new carers recently to utilise my NDIS funding and I’ve had maybe four different providers in eight years because I’ve moved three times and under HACC they keep you in-house until they work out what your needs etc are, then they outsource you to an agency, if they can’t cover your hours or service requirements. So I’m getting kind of OK (good) at it.
If I get a call from the office to tell me a carer is at my front door and they didn’t ring the doorbell. You lose a point.
If you lie to me, if you continue to lie to me. You lose a point.
You treat me like I have an intellectual disability (ID). Yes, you lose a point.
You treat anyone without respect or humanity. Lose a point and my respect.
You do your job. You get a point.
You do your job well. You get a point.
You do a shitty job well, with a smile on your face. You get a point.
After an acceptable ‘cooling off period’ (undetermined) you can do what’s required without me asking you. Yes, you get a point.
You have spare time and find something that you think requires attention and you just do it. You get a point.
Now, you have the basics let me give you an example.
Apart from the first one because that’s obvious. A new carer arrived and she had her earbuds (headphones) in her ear. She took one out and slipped her phone in her bag. I politely greeted her and she responded to me. I politely stated three different ways (can’t remember now exactly what I said, but it was a challenge) without outright calling her a liar.
She kept insisting it was not on ever, after she first told me she could hear me. I still thought it rather rude, so I just politely told her I could still hear the music. She took her phone out, turned it off. For real this time and took out the earbud.
There is no specific score one gets or loses before I deem it relevant to contact the office and add them to a list call the ‘Blocked’ list.
I have a very active ‘Blocked’ list of girls I won’t have back to the point, if I speak to the right person they know my standards and my reasons and I am not required to explain myself.
I’m thinking to rename my Wednesday Pinchy/Stabby day to include Mental Health somehow. Because that is what I’m working on by the appointments I keep every Wednesday and yummy lunch never hurts.
I just had some friendly banter with the Barista on my way past. The owner Rob is looking rather slim lately so I suggested one of these days if I can’t buy any of my favoured options, I could resort to a nice salad with my latte.
Would that be healthy? Or counter-productive?
Turns out Rob the owner has hit the gym. I delivered the Barista a friendly STFU because I can’t go to the gym.
Or I wouldn’t be able to do it justice so it would do my head in.
So, on today’s lunch menu is another Arancini, In the form of a Zucca Arancini with a side salad.