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Insane.

This fucking job is really fucking getting to me, after the place being a complete joke, yes lets let little johnny play the fucking xbox alll night at full blast and have everyone in the house, use some common sense fucktards.. im sick of so called co workers sleepwalking thru shifts, im sick of the fucking politics coming from management and higher,im sick of my boss playing favorites, im sick of doing other peoples jobs and cleaning up their fucking messes, it doesnt help when my boss is giving some of these people preferitaial treatment but i dont care, i am as burned out at this job as i am ever going to be and as i said to the new guy last fucking night...i am an overnight warm body and a placeholder for the next shift, i dont contribute anything to the fucking shift... the best fucking part of last night and this morning, after figuring out that im being fucked for shifts and only have 28 hours in this week, i find out theirs a new overnight male hire at the other group home, so i was pushed out of the place i like being for this fucking crap job dealing with a manager that doesnt think anything isnt part of his world veiw, newsflash retard, these kids dont conform to your world veiw and have unpredictable behaviors, you cant control everything and if you are not pyhschially there you cant tell me what these kids might and might not do.. its so frustrating, i need to find something else and soon before i am pushed aside agian, its pretty fucking sad when I can see the writing on the wall and its not all good. the only bright spot of this mornings shift was walking one of the other clients from the old house to school and letting him know that my little man was a star wars and lego addict like him, and talking about the positives in his life, at least that little bit gives me hope.

Current Mood: Aggravated.
If you don't like your job you don't strike. You just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way. ~Homer Simpson, The Simpsons

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