But don't want to actually be him. At work, I am scheduled on two days for 6 hours of one-on-one counseling with a client; this generally translates to between 0 to 15 minutes of actual time with the client. The other day, the cook called out at the last minute, they asked me to run the kitchen, because actually doing mental health counseling is not valued where I work; plus I was only person who could work a horizontal, versus a vertical, can opener. I dropped a pan of Salisbury steaks. It became a Three Stooges short film, with me grabbing the counters and tables trying to keep my footing on the gravy covered floor; the aides were slipping and sliding as well. My life is absurd.

Although, I will stick it in their faces that when I recommended a client be hospitalized they said they didn't want to do it. Instead, they got him an intake appointment, where they hospitalized him immediately.

Anyone with similar work experiences?