Bitchy me
One of my worst qualities is my work-bitching. Whenever I have a job, there's something I hate. Well, generally there are more things I hate: co-workers, the type of work I do, the type of people I'm trying to "help", general frustrations, incompetence, and so on and so on. Straight after I finish at the workplace however, I have a change of heart and only remember the nice things. "Ooh, I'd never have had that problem at my previous workplace", you can hear me whine then. Whereas I did nothing else but bitch about the unfairness of said workplace when I was actually working there.
So I'm trying to take that into account and quit the bitching.
And this job, well... it's been bloody tough on me. There have been times when I absolutely hated it, and I've been counting the weeks till the day my predecessor comes back for well... 6 weeks now. After this weekend there'll be 5 weeks left, then I'll be back to Gay Sleeveless Supervisor's place.
But I'll miss this place. Despite all the whining and the horror and the sleepless nights even, I know I will. Already I'm getting sentimental when I think about "my" families and how they'll fare with the "new" counselor. Will they accept her or not? What will happen to the kids in the long run? Will they be able to stay at home with their parents or will they have to go back into care?
As I came home tonight, with irritated eyes (from cigarette smoke, and whatever the family I was with this afternoon was burning in their wood-stove), smelling like smoke, throwing my clothes in the dryer to be aired out,... I thought "damn. I'll miss this".
It's probably due to the fact that the end is in sight, because I can't imagine myself saying this a month ago. But still. I will miss them. My mysogynistic, disrespectful, racist homophobic families.
And the other ones too.
(I might also be a little bit happy to be rid of them)
(You've all got permission to remind me of this post next time I bitch about my job)
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One of my worst qualities is my work-bitching. Whenever I have a job, there's something I hate. Well, generally there are more things I hate: co-workers, the type of work I do, the type of people I'm trying to "help", general frustrations, incompetence, and so on and so on. Straight after I finish at the workplace however, I have a change of heart and only remember the nice things. "Ooh, I'd never have had that problem at my previous workplace", you can hear me whine then. Whereas I did nothing else but bitch about the unfairness of said workplace when I was actually working there.
So I'm trying to take that into account and quit the bitching.
And this job, well... it's been bloody tough on me. There have been times when I absolutely hated it, and I've been counting the weeks till the day my predecessor comes back for well... 6 weeks now. After this weekend there'll be 5 weeks left, then I'll be back to Gay Sleeveless Supervisor's place.
But I'll miss this place. Despite all the whining and the horror and the sleepless nights even, I know I will. Already I'm getting sentimental when I think about "my" families and how they'll fare with the "new" counselor. Will they accept her or not? What will happen to the kids in the long run? Will they be able to stay at home with their parents or will they have to go back into care?
As I came home tonight, with irritated eyes (from cigarette smoke, and whatever the family I was with this afternoon was burning in their wood-stove), smelling like smoke, throwing my clothes in the dryer to be aired out,... I thought "damn. I'll miss this".
It's probably due to the fact that the end is in sight, because I can't imagine myself saying this a month ago. But still. I will miss them. My mysogynistic, disrespectful, racist homophobic families.
And the other ones too.
(I might also be a little bit happy to be rid of them)
(You've all got permission to remind me of this post next time I bitch about my job)
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