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Office Politics.


One is left wondering who exactly is running this place as it once agian feels like the inmates are running the asylum, and when a person is getting minimuim wage i don't think that every 5 minute bed checks nessciating an allnighter is fair or required. If someone has a lack of control they should have consequences instead of a Lassiez fair attiude that the beahvior will eventually stop if we are pateint. not that i really care tho, several of my concerns and suggestions about security such as being on the bedroom floor in a beanbag chair reading most of the night with the light on, or other suggestions fall on deaf ears... No wonder i used to get buzzed a lot before going into work, I no longer care, and that's sad. I didn't strive to do so much in my career to end up compartmentalized to graveyard shift and having absolutley no say in these kids life, and being told that My opinion doesn't matter really bothers me...but whatever it's all part of the cycle of corruption, it's why i have about 17 other things going on right now as distraction, there's no fucking point about being melancholy about things i cannot change. i'll just get what I need to do done and when chance arises, I'll move onto the next step.

Current Mood: Frustrated.
Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.

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