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Damn Work!!!

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.


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May. 5th, 2002 05:02 pm (UTC)

I couldn't have said that better myself. The Crisis Center that we know will never recover, we'll never be the same. The Crisis Center that we hope for will never become a reality. Regardless of the hours, the duties, the micromanagment, we've adapted. This new move; howeverm isn't the same...this new move is one of contempt, of disrespect, and will forever cripple the morale of the people who care enough to do the job.

Perhaps one day the higerups will see the light and realize what an incredible group of people they just alienated - the same group of people who provide our consumers with the best possible care.

I mourn with you,
May. 6th, 2002 09:12 pm (UTC)
Know that I love you too.... It's shitty sometimes how unfair life can be.
May. 9th, 2002 04:29 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry
Today, I'm most sorry for banging on the Crisis Center window this weekend hoping you'd be there. I was walking with my friend Julie when I remembered you were on duty, and with the Barbie phone out of juice, I *duh* thought banging on the fucking window was a brilliant idea.

I'm sorry!

I am the kind of person that knows what I did was shitty and regrets it for the rest of her life. I have no capacity for self-forgiving and plan on dying in my late forties from the stress of regret. This is one day off my life, Stewart. I will die one day sooner because I so deeply regret what I did. I love you and I hope I didn't piss you off too much.
May. 9th, 2002 11:35 am (UTC)
Re: I'm so sorry
don't worry about it's cool. You're supposed to bang on the window to be let in. The trick is, you bang ONCE, and then give me a moment to put my caller on hold. My coworkers do it all the time (knock too quickly) and I snap at them too. Hope I wasn't too bitchy.
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