I love Mondays. wholly because i’ve a perpetual three day weekend. I was telling somebody yesterday about the research finding four day work weeks are correlated with higher quality output from workers.. but I read it simply ages ago and can’t remember anything.
well this Monday I had supervision with Sue, so had swore to myself i’d have my WISC report finished for her to read over in today’s session. so this morning was spent finishing up said report. I was pretty pleased with it when I was done. while Sue was reading it, she commented, “you write so well, it’s such a pleasure.”
i’m bad at taking compliments, I think. “that’s good to hear,” said I.
afterwards she said it was great & perfect. “oh,” I said. “that’s it? no criticisms or anything?”
“nope, let’s just sign that off.”
it was a bit anticlimactic.. after all those hours of work.
after that we discussed a grief and loss case i’m working with. it’s a complicated one I haven’t been able to get a clear formulation of, like there’s something missing. so do you know what Sue suggested we do to try to gain some insight? symbolic representation with mr men. gosh I love her. it was so helpful, and so wonderful to do in supervision.. ’cause it’s something i’ve done in counselling a lot, but this was new.
having cats fucking SUCKS. they just live to fuck all your shit up. UGH. 😡
well I came home to discover that SOMEone knocked my teethmonster sculpture off the fishtank & broke off all its ears. it was probably Guppy since she sits there all the time.
but anyway. I bought a shoulderbag made out of recycled tyres: