John and I went to luncheon meet and greet organized by FAFS. There were no assigned seats at the tables.
It was interesting to see how people seemed to sort themselves by ethnicity. African Americans only sat with other African Americans. The Hispanics sat together, and invited us, the only Anglos, to sit with them. When other Anglos came later, they joined us at the same table (The tables sat 10.). John was only one of three men there, including the people from the state and contract agencies.
I am miffed at one of the women who sat with us. One of the people from the local office was talking to John and myself, saying she knew who we were, she had seen our file, wanted welcome us, and wanted our phone number and address so she could contact us directly to answer a question John raised about waivers.
She handed us a paper to write down our info. John wrote it down, and started to hand it back, when this woman from my table asked to see it. She took it and wrote something on it and handed it to the woman from the local office. She had written on it that she wanted to adopt a sibling group with the same profile as what we had told her we were asking for. I wanted to reach across the table and bitch slap her. She told us earlier that she had almost lost her license due to violations. She is already in the process of adopting one child already.
I had needed the stroking the woman from local was giving me and this wench stole my joy.
1 comment:
Well, you know what? Don't let that "wench" steal your joy. Because you know what? That social worker probably has that woman's number, meaning, she knows what she is all about and her tricks, so I wouldn't worry about it. What you want might be the same, but what they are going to send you might be different. They may send kids that are more "worthy" to you and not her. Don't worry about it. They aren't going to play favorites. The social worker understands what you guys are all about, and she's not going to mess with that.
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