Thursday, August 5, 2010

I didn't like how our behavioural interventionist was so exhausted.

When you pay $1,500 to have a behavioural interventionist trained to help your son, and then you pay her $16 an hour, you don't want her to show up for work exhausted.

That's what ours did. She'd be totally exhausted from staying up all night. She'd be yawning and falling asleep and sitting on the couch, not doing anything.

She'd be drinking Red Bull at 9am when she showed up for "work", and then she'd leave her can on the counter for me to recycle.


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