I feel the need to rant about my morning. It’s not particularly knitting related, although I did have time to finish one sock, cast on another and work the welt, even though I didn’t have knitting on my agenda at all this morning.
Most mornings for us are scheduled to the minute - or as near as we can. This week, Ben is scheduled to be at Rotary Camp. For me a great break after the last week of Ben “having his flap on”. The driver was supposed to pick him up at 8.50, which in our world means that Ben comes off his precious computer at 8.40, gets sprayed with bug spray and watches out the window for a couple of mins until his driver arrives. Doesn’t sound like that big a deal, however, for a kid with autism, deviations from routine are not good things, and can very easily lead to meltdowns that last for hours/days/weeks.
This morning, there was no driver. I called them at 9.20, very calm, very understanding to be told that the driver was picking another kid up five mins away and would be with me very soon. All the while, I’m keeping Ben calm, telling him five more mins, that they haven’t forgotten him, that he’s still going to camp, etc. So at 9.45, I’m more than a little ticked off when I call again to find out exactly what the fuck is going on. The reply I get? “Oh, hasn’t he been picked up yet?”
If you break that answer down, it translates to either - we don’t know what the hell we’re doing, or YOU don’t know what the hell you’re doing.
So, she puts me on hold for 15 mins (can I mention how much I dislike tubular bells muzak????) then tells me some cock and bull story about how there was an administrative error and someone should be there within the hour to pick him up. WHAT????
We end up driving Ben to camp, with me chuntering all the way there, working up a full head of steam, and having to keep it all inside, cos I’ve got to keep Ben as calm as I’m able.
A million phone calls later, everyone blaming each other and my confidence in the transportation service pretty much demolished it’s now 12.02, and I’m starting my work day.
Thanks so much gobshite people. I’m feeling so confident trusting you with my child. I’m stuck with either keeping him home for the week - which really isn’t an option if I want to work at all this week - or watching you take him to camp each day and waiting on tenderhooks until you bring him home. I would really like to tear one on, and swear at them the way only my hubby, Shannon and Amy know I love to do, but, hey, they’ve got my kid, so that’s not an option :(
I guess the plus side is that I got a bunch of knitting done while on hold………
ok - back to work - with the promise that I’ll post knitting pics in a little while
Hope your day is going much better than mine……