When people ask me what I do for a living I say I'm a social worker, I am a social worker and proud of it. This cartoon pretty much echoes a conversation I was part of the other day. Poor social workers!
When I was registering the birth of my son I wrote Social Worker in the 'occupation' box. I left the registry office and kicked myself, I thought of future generations of Keiltys researching the family tree and wished I had written 'Renegade Priest' 'Gold Miner' or 'International Man of Mystery' something exotic.
I hope when future generations stumble upon the 2010 census they are amazed that their ancestor was a social worker during the 'golden age' of social work..........hmm..
Next week inkybinkybonkdaddyboughtadonkey
donkeydieddaddycriedinkybinkybonky or something equally puerile.
