There is probably nothing that any of my followers/subscribers can do about this but I just wanted to let you know my struggles with my brother Stephen’s Group Home.
I’m on Working Staycation. Meaning I was off Saturday/Sunday to spend time with Stephen. Today I worked because I need the money. Tomorrow I have a scheduled Doctor’s appointment. The Stay-cation part means I’m supposed to be resting, relaxing and taking some much need time for myself but as always my stress level and blood pressure shoots up to the stratosphere when I have to deal with dumb-ass Management or rather lack of management at Stephen’s Group Home.
Back in Feb/March I could have received FMLA from my job if the Director had agreed to fill out the papers. I took an extra week of vacation from my job just so I could speed up the process and hand deliver everything. They refused to complete the paperwork with some lame excuse and returned the FMLA forms to me like six weeks later. No cooperation.
This past weekend I purchased numerous clothing items including a brand new backpack for my brother Stephen Palmer who resides at QCP Bellerose. I also took him to the barber for a haircut and shave. I would like to know why his socks, underwear, baseball caps, and T-shirts keep disappearing. Slippers vanish into thin air. Also how can the staff not see or notice his grooming needs or the fact that the other old backpack had holes and shredded. Exactly what are they doing with Stephen’s government clothing allowance. I don’t mind buying for Stephen but he should not be walking around looking like the rag pickers son. There needs to be more accountability with his money.
Today instead of receiving a reply to my concerns all I got was a phone call asking me when I would be home so I could sign some papers. Called asshole back, asked why they did not give me the papers this past weekend while Stephen was with me. She stumbled and stuttered and then hung up on her fool ass!
Now Stephen had been with me all day Saturday and Sunday! Why didn’t his Residence put the paperwork into his raggedy backpack so I could look it over and then sign it. Apparently the Directors and Managers at QCP Bellerose only think of me as a Walking Pen. None of my concerns are addressed. Time and time again I’ve made suggestions and recommendations that would improve Stephen’s education, creativity and life in general. Nothing but smarmy smiles.
Also I have a full-time job which usually involves working long hours with lots of overtime. How else would I be able to afford all the grooming and clothing Stephen needs plus the little extras unless I went to work?
I’m frustrated, disgusted and basically at my wits end with these morons, idiots and fools. Last Feb/March vacation I wound up in a extremely heated altercation which resulted in me cursing the House Manager out. And Believe me I can curse worse than any Sailor on earth. Then after that my demands were met. Just shows that you can’t be nice to people. Trying to reason with them does not work. I hate to get Ghetto Bitch Ugly but sometimes you gotta go there.
At this point I’m tired of being ignored. I have No Resources. No Support System. Everything falls on my shoulders. All the Time a Warrior!!
So instead of enjoying my vacation once again it’s time for me to put on my armor and get ready for battle!! Ugh!! FUCK!!!!
The following song is raunchy but it expresses my true feelings about the Residence Staff!!
DMX – Party Up (Up In Here)