Thursday is going to be a good day.
Anon only got me down for a day that’s all I will allow another person to pull me down for. One day it will be zero days…but hey progress.
Tomorrow is Friday! It’s almost the weekend. I’m so ready for some sleep.
Have a great day lovelies!
So with the new facility director my work has gotten a lot better. I’m still in the process of trying to move on for the fact that I’m not a country girl and I need to get out of this tiny little town before it eats me alive.
But for work…minus two thorns it is better. One of these thorns they are looking to replace and apparently want me to replace this person. It would double my salary, but still I would be in this small town place. So no thanks.
The other thorn is a therapist who I went to Chicago with and was close friends with. That trip kind of opened my eyes and has kind of spirals at work. Mainly for the fact that she literally just stopped coming to work. Which was a slow progressing pattern since we opened, but July it just got bad. Ever since I switched to being a therapist she was apparently under the illusion that I would do her job for her. Bc if she isn’t there that means I have to cover her groups and make sure her clients are okay.
Her clients barely know her and when she does come to work…coincidentally on days she is off from groups she doesn’t volunteer to cover mine so I can actually have a day off from groups to catch up.
The latest thing is she needed her gallbladder out…something I’m very knowledgeable about (snark 2012 when Amanda partied so hard w/the internet she had to lose an organ). Part of me knows she is miserable at this job and just doesn’t want to come to work. Also a feeling I’m very knowledgable on. But I got help and say happy thoughts and working on changing my idea everyday. She on the other hand is the black cloud floating around. I mean you are a therapist get some help…do something. Instead of inflections your pain on everyone else.
So on Monday (after shopping around for doctors) she had her gallbladder removed. Our boss said she had to be back at work today and she was. Mad because she had to be there but showed up. I know she was hoping we would shower her with help and offers to do all of her groups and etc. Instead I offered no empathy bc she hasn’t cared about me at all and the amount of work she has put on me. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I’m no longer the Amanda you can walk all over. I spent over a year covering for her with probation officers and kids.
However the most irritating thing about this all is she could care less about the boys. She meets with them for a few minutes if even that and complains about them not wanting to do the work. Most of them have not had trusting adults in their lives and when they come to us their therapist should be that one person that they can count on to check on them. It takes an act of congress to get her to even to go to the dorm. And this pisses me off the most. Her boys begging to talk to me because she won’t take time for them. How can she actually do any good if they can’t trust her.
Okay…now that that is out of my brain…I’m going to sleep. Thanks for reading.
Asked by Anonymous
Okay anon. You have officially been my first ever mean anon. I had a person before disagree with an opinion I had, but I didn’t really take that as mean.
I won’t lie a piece of me really wants to cry and just might because you are correct. I am fat and according to society that means I am not pretty or gorgeous or any of things I would love to be called. It also means according to society that I don’t deserve to be loved or really even be in public. And if you would of sent this to me awhile ago I literally would probably cry for a week and contemplate if life was worth it or maybe opt to starve myself.
But honestly a few of my tears are for you. Because what kind of life is that you lead that you have to send messages like this? Is that what you do with your free time? You send hate to people you may or may not know?
So congrats you made a fat girl cry. I hope this means your day is going to be much better. I’m going to wipe my eyes and go back to work where I’ll be that fat awesome therapist that people love for her fun loving personality that makes people laugh. Because that is what describes me not the size of my stomach.
Also lifehack: please seek some help from a professional so you too can lead a better life.
Apparently I’m so white my skin looks fake. So then they all wanted to touch me.
I do actually enjoy my clients. Juvenile offenders were not a population I ever wanted to work with but they have taught me a lot and really help you to appreciate life. It should be a mandate to work with this population when becoming a therapist. If you can get them to open up and trust an adult…you are one hell of a therapist.
Totally look like I’m joining the Amish today. I’m wearing a t-shirt under my dress. Bc I can’t have the boobs falling out at work and it’s too hot to wear cover ups.
But it just feels wrong…but I feel comfy. So whatever.
Also…totally filtered out my face bc it’s too early to frighten you people.