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Darker Places II


Its reevaluation time agian, i dont know how much longer i can stay at my job with the complete lack of professionalism towards everything, i mean when my so called boss is reading books like secrets of disipline to deal with these kids, im sorry but everything i do at work comes from common sense and my training that is almost 10 years old at this point, i feel i have more experince than him and at this point in time trying to put a bandaid on a growing problem by introducing disipline into the chaos of these kids life is about 6 fucking months late, all i see is my carreer slipping away and my hours being cut, i really need to be looking elsewhere and find a place with actual management not just some guy that does the day shift because i has a 20 percent investment in the organization and warehousing kids makes the upper management money, i made 15,000 dollars last year, even with the lay off thats ridiclous, and now we get yet another new staff and i lose a shift and go from 44 hours to 36, of course that wont happen, someone will drop off and ill be back to 50 hour weeks, I should really push for a fucking contract rather than the original handshake agreement ive been going on for the past two years,maybe i can find something soon that will give me some leverage and a trump card to play for a better situation with these fuckers, this isnt like the other house, it doesnt feel like home it just feels like a place i go to be a night security guard and i dont feel i am making a diffrence, when i get as burned out as i am the warning signs are to move on, but who the fuck knows.... i just dont want to be here forever and i dont want to have working here be the epitaph of my career i have more to offer, elsewhere...

Current Mood: Frustrated.
The only normal people are the one's you don't know very well.

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