1.04.2010

My job ...

There are some moments at my job where I think, "Really? This is my job? People would never believe this. People would never believe that people have to do this." Whether it be changing an adult diaper or cleaning smeared feces off walls ... There are these moments every now and again that I just don't think people can comprehend unless they experience it themselves.

I had a moment like that today.

We were short on staff so I got to work directly with a client. One of our most aggressive clients, if not the most. But we get along, he and I. Often times when he sees me his generally absent grin appears and his fists twitch with excitement. I love working with him and was secretly happy that his staff was running late. Extremely late.

On this client's schedule is exercise. When it's cold outside he walks on the treadmill. To briefly describe his feelings on walking on the treadmill: he loathes it.

And I have the pain and wounds to prove it.

I was walking behind him on the treadmill, softly holding his arms down as he continuously tried to scratch and bite me ... Then, in the blink of an eye, he grabbed the side of my head and began ripping my hair out.

Holding his free arm down, and holding his other hand to my head so he couldn't continue to rip my hair out ... And not a single person in sight to help. As the treadmill continued. I knew if I let go of his free hand it'd be on my head too. I knew if I let go of his hand on my head, more hair would come out - or even worse, my earring would be ripped through my earlobe.

I remained calm for about the first five minutes of my fruitless cries for help. It was then that I realized that help might not be coming anytime soon.

Bleeding, chunks of hair stuck to my shirt, with one angry man ... I thought, "Really? This is my job? Really?"

Help did come. After I was released the tears just started coming. I was fine. I was okay. I just didn't know how to stop. :) And I was so amused by the crying that I started laughing. While crying. All the while, the entire left side of my hair totally frizzed out and the right side still in the pony tail.

What.a.sight.

I only wish I could have seen it for myself. :)

After I pulled the frizzed-out side of my hair back into the pony tail, I found my friend and we went back to the treadmill to finish his schedule.

I am totally exhausted. Scratched. Bruised. And with a scalp that aches. But I still love him. And I still love my job. I will return tomorrow. And hopefully, I'll have time for these wounds and pains to heal before I get more. But I wouldn't count on it. :)

Sigh. All in a days work. I am blessed. I am extremely blessed.

That's all. :)

14 comments:

Kat said...

holy cow! what an experience! And even after all that, you still love him? I wish that when someone (figuratively) rips my hair out, or scratches my eyeballs out (again, figuratively) that I still had it in my heart to love them. You are one amazing woman, Mindy. Seriously.

whitneybb said...

I loved this post. Not that you got hurt but your attitude towards your client and your job. We need more people like you in this world!

Katie said...

Way to have a positive attitude!! I have had days at work like that too, and I just have to think and remember all of the good ones! I am sure the client would apologize a million times if he realized what he was doing. I am glad we have people like you :)

Allred Mom said...

Mindy.....
You are amazing!
And....I heart you!
May tomorrow be a great day at work for you! And may you continue to be blessed for the unconditional love that you have for those that you work with!
Yep, Mindy, you are amazing!

Chixon said...

Mindy, I think this job is the BEST preparation for being a mom--3 am, vomity spit up (not your own) running down your neck, poop leaking out a diaper onto your hand and wailing in your ear and you still love the little vermin and thank Heavenly Father he is yours. Yep, your ready. Now if we could only find someone to tie the knot.... :) love you.
Thanks for such a sweet post.

Allison and Josh said...

Dang girl! That is quite a story! I am glad you are okay and that you still have hair!!

Geoff & Cami Brown said...

This same thing happened to me about 4 years ago with the same client which led me to chop off my hair the next day. Keep up the good work cause it is so worth all the good days in the end. I miss cache so much - tell everyone hi for me!

Avree said...

And you went back to the treadmill and helped him finish? You deserve about a million gold stars for that!

Meg said...

This is why you have this job and I don't: you are amazing. I'm so glad help arrived for you. I don't think I could have gotten back on the treadmill with him.

Mellie said...

Love it Mindy! I'm glad I'm not the only one who cries when I get my hair ripped out. I think you know what I'm talking about. And I really have no idea why I start crying either, it's unexplainable, and like you said, laughable. I usually just need a moment to compose myself and then it's back to business. Thanks for sharing this lovely little story.

Linze Kate said...

You're amazing, Mindy! AMAZING!
*muah*

ShaeandJustin said...

You poor thing! Sounds like you have you hands full at work. I was thinking you were going to tell a story of how you were able to go running everyday at work with you clients, but instead it was this tragedy! Hope your injuries heal soon.

Dennis and Amber Ogilvie said...

Wow that beats any of my work stories! Good Job! You impress me!

Andrea said...

all i can say is OH MY GOSH!
that is all ;)

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