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The Quiet Room


My sister raises an excellent point, why is a child at the other house being charged for minor assulats when we have out of control kids being predatory and very voilent at this home? I am not exactly happy nor ready to deal with this long term and not only am i considering quitting i am thinking being transferred back to the other house should be an option for me, it's pretty fucking said that i refer to my job as working in an insane asylum, i guess i should be used to it by now, i did grow up in the system, over medicated and pyscho babble were used to control me too, at least i had structure and programming, i know that i awoled and did dumb shit, but you know what, i can remeber those who were a positive influnce on my life, and who wasn't I think maybe at the old house their are a few clients who will grow up and remeber me as a positive influnence but at this house? there's no one, management has made it this way, it's very difficult to establish a relationship with these kids and management will automatically make you the bad guy for decisions they make because they don't want to have accountabilty, Welcome to The Quiet Room.

Current Mood: Frustrated.
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair!

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