The Jerk Caregiver

I was currently receiving services from Quality Home Healthcare until the director of agency told the aids that they couldn’t drive me anywhere since one of my former aid said I got drunk every day, which that wasn’t the case at all. One night, I had too much drink that night because everybody was buying me mix drinks at Tin Roof. I was in college I wanted to have fun with my day. The very next day, I went to the Disability Resources Center to check out their personal aid program, they explained that they could drive me around, since their mission statement was to help disabled people live independently, I really thought to myself this place was probably going to work out for me. On the first day I started my care DRC, the caregiver arrived without a driver license so she couldn’t take me anywhere unless my mom drop us off which was upsetting to her because she had stuff to do while my aids come to take care of me. I really thought DRC would be a better place than the Home Healthcare agency. Things got better for few years until they hired a young guy who looked rough and he didn’t want to do nothing. I wanted to go to drink beer and watch football at the bar. He didn’t really want to take me to the bar, he probably stay home and play video games. The went to his boss and tried said I tried to run him over with my powerchair! That was a big lie!