the real case note

So tomorrow i have to deal with the retard. re re. that's what i'll call him re re. i'm so mad i just want to keep it in, but i've heard thats not healthly, so here goes. on friday i called re re to set up an appointment to visit with him and his child that he really should not got back in the first place. now re re has two children that are or have been in dhs custody. father of the year canidate right? well re re managed to get one back. a seven year old girl. she's not re re, but after living in the house with him and his ugly ass, equally re re girlfriend, i'm sure she'll become stupid. so anyway i call re re on friday to set an appointment, i also tell him that his five year old son is going to be moved from the current foster home, cause the foster parent can't handle his behaviors. RE RE GOES OFF. now re re is really re re, he st st st ders, and tries to use big words. "This is unbehaviorally un un appeal ing ly in school." so he's all like "this is not my fault! i blame dhs and ysi, your're going to have to a a a accommodate me.... etc etc. So i'm calm, i say "re re (not really, i said his name,) let me explain the way it works..." he cuts me off and continues with his rant. now keep in mind, this niggah LOST his children because of abuse and neglect. but TRYING to be the "social work professional" i did not bring that up, nor did i bring up his drug abuse, or the physical abuse that he inflicted on the kids, or the fact that he is a re re, or that his five year fiancee is one ulgy, re re broad, shit i did not bring up his black ass teeth. i kept my cool. until he started to yell. loud. "re re, re re, i just called to schedule an appointment." he keeps talking about how the kids should have never been taken from him (have you ever heard a five year weighing 26 pounds?) so i put the phone down. i guess it registered in his dumb ass that i was not talking, so i hear him say "hello, hello." i pick the phone back up. "re re it says in the court order that i need to come out and see....." re re interrupts. i'm getting annoyed, impatient. its a fucking raining friday, i gotta pick up my mother from the emergency room (she's ok, just a sore shoulder) my check engine light is on. i can go on and on. but i won't. i can't. cause i'm a "social work professional" i try one more time, " re re..." he cuts me off. i slam the phone in he ear. hard. really hard. i feel fine. Relieved actually. i click on internet explorer. what's happening in the world. my phone rings. its re re's number. "hello!" i say in my usual bright eyed voice. "uh u h uh uh, that was really disrespect ful." i say "ok i need to come out and see junior re re..." this niggah cuts me off AGAIN. and he starts his shit. AND i hear mrs five year fiancee in the background. screaming. please don't let that bitch get on the phone. please. "your yo your ur not a good listener." what the hell are we in, kindergarten???!?!!? listeners? re re probably rode the short yellow bus to his kindergarten "program" (why are all the special education programs, called, well programs?) anyway re re goes on and on. i say "listen i'm going to hang up again.....he keeps on....GOODBYE. i bang on him. WHO THE FUCK DOES THIS DEADBEAT RE RE THINK HE IS?!!!!!?!?!?!?!? I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THAT SHIT. i get paid 844.00 for every TWO WEEKS. do you hear me, every TWO WEEKS. 844.00 pays for dealing with screaming babies, ringworms, crazy judges, lazy lawyers, moody co workers, broken hearted kids, missing parents, violent parents, drug addicts, nut cases, shitty neighborhoods, pediaticatics offices, begging foster parents to take the kids places, medical offices, state inspectors, paperwork, babies throwing up on you, on your NEW BLACK SHIRT, taking kids to family visits, only for no one to show up, consoling kids about their abusive passes... sigh the list can go on on.... so tomorrow i'm going to call re re. and hanging up in his ear i'm sure.