I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind
This is my new mantra, the chorus from So Unsexy, off Alanis Morissette's new album. It makes me feel better, usually.
I'm so angry. One of the top people at work finally managed to get to me, to cripple the crisis center so thoroughly that I don't know if we'll recover. Hours cut, our supervisor so bogged down with everyday work that we will never get a chance to implement the changes that are my current passion.
Reading what I've written, it isn't saying how I'm feeling. I'm devastated, bouncing between crushed and livid, mourning the crisis center we will probably never have. I know that we aren't as valued as the other departments because we don't make money to cover our costs, but I never realized that we were looked upon so contemptuously. Expecting our supervisor to do our job for twenty-four hours a week, where she was once expected to do four, is a slap in the face. No, it's spitting in our faces.
This was the biggest reason for staying in Mt P for my Master's degree, the chance to make the crisis center better. They've taken it away.
So many times, they've taken away resources, making it more difficult to do our job, and we've overcome, finding some way to do the work that our consumers deserve. It's time to stop adapting, if they want to give us less of a crisis center to work with, they are going to get less of a crisis center in return.