I’m a family social worker, working in the Bronx. I like telling my mother stories about running from crackheads in the stairwells of housing projects, just to see her face.
I love my job, I really do. But I’ve always felt that if I don’t see the humor in it, I’ll go insane and be a real bitch to live with. I get to meet some amazing people and be a part of their lives in a unique way. Then again, a lot of the things I see and try to change are awful, frustrating, and infuriating. I’ve decided that the only way to cope with this is to make sarcastic comments about it on the internet.