They found her alive and still in Philadelphia.Beefore my mom came to visit she told me my cousin is effectively missing. She was last heard from in February. She's been living on the streets in Philadelphia for a while due to her heroin addiction. Last time she spoke to her mom she said a guy was going to give a guy her ID and he was going to get her a plane ticket to CA. I almost cried at work today. I had to attend a meeting where the topic of the main presentation was sex trafficking. So many signs she was at risk, even without considering her substance use. It was painful to realize she's most likely a victim of trafficking.
I like many of the people at work well enough, but because I have such a long commute, I don’t come to the welcome/farewell parties, I don’t “go out” after work, and I rarely come to the bowling/hide-n-seek/tug-o-war “forced fun” events. Thing is, there are people I actually DO like well enough that I want to show/participate, but the commute just makes it a non-starter.I'm a not-so-social social worker.
My company has a company picnic every year, on a Saturday.One of my work friends is moving back to the mainland. Tonight was a going away party for her. I didn't go and I feel like shit for it. I don't like enough people in my office to want to voluntarily spend time with them on my days off. I am going to a lunch tomorrow with her and two mutual friends. I can't help but think this kind of thing does me no favors as far as my relationships with people in the office is concerned. I'm a not-so-social social worker.
It was 110, so no. Though tbh, the only difference between here and there was humidity, and my husband is crazy and refuses to wear shorts ever.When you came down, we were having one of the mildest summers I ever remember having. That is definitely not the norm. Was a nice change, though.