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Year 3.1

Six Hundred and seventy dollars, barely enough to pay my rent, i have to ask myself why i am working for barely minimum wage full time when its is clearly driving me to the point of poverty, yes I'm not in this career for the money but when it seems i am being undercut at work, there is no structure or agreed upon policy with these kids and we allow the inmates to run the asylum and dictate their behaviors to us what is the point of the organization, oh yeah, so the management can turn a profit, these are children's lives that they are playing with and to a lesser extent their front line staff's psychical and mental health, i can understand with all the unprofessionalism and nepotism that is rampant with the organization why a certain coworker left without notice as after this morning i am considering doing the same thing, i Have no Job security and no loyalty to this organization anymore, i am simply going threw the motions until something better comes along.. there's no fucking point to giving a damn when no one else does, why should i care.. i'm just a fucking warm body to make sure that no one escapes the asylum.

Current Mood: Frustrated.
The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.

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