quelle surprise

It's 9:15am and I am sitting in my living room waiting for an IHSS social worker who is late for his 9am appointment with me to do a home visit. IHSS = In Home Supportive Service, a service for which Blake is eligible and I need this schmuck to kick me down some funding, which he won't do until he does a home visit. This one I have been waiting for since the end of June.

Yes, June. And oh, wait! It's. . . wait for it. . . November. Their first excuse was that they didn't get the paperwork from San Francisco until September. I wonder what their excuse is now?

I have a ton of stuff I should be doing at school, and need to be there to teach my class which starts at 11, especially since my supervisor is going to be there to observe me today.

I ask you, dear readers, how long should I wait?

update

So, after 30 minutes, I called the IHSS office. The guy was in a training all day with the entire staff and hadn't bothered to call and cancel. The best I could get was his boss' voicemail on which I left an angry tirade.

I'm just so upset because it takes so long to get these people to even schedule anything, they won't do it when it works for me, so I have to miss teaching and then they don't show up, which puts this all off even further into the future when I can start receiving services from these people.

Why does trying to get services for my kid have to be so profoundly sisyphean that it makes me want to cry?