So, I'm a clinical therapist in a therapeutic nursery...sounds good right? well I don't make over 30,000 and I work my ass off. I do many many jobs, some I don't mind...and some that just don't make any freaking sense.
Like my co-worker...she's supposed to have a masters, but the bitch can't write...I don't expect her to write like Ernest Hemingway, but can you put together a coherent sentence... I take pride in the reports we write...we are known in the district for having our shit together, but this bitch... I have to proof her reports...I make changes and explain the changes to her. Does she fix it? Hell no! she cuts and pastes and the reports are still unreadable...at lest she gets the name right...the other person forgot who she was writing about and by the end of the report the child had a different name and nationality...
I had to shake shit up... listen do your job or I'm going to do it... I don't care if you look bad... do what you are paid to do...
I really hope no one from my job reads this, they are REALLY going to hate me...
oh well,
Fearing for our safety...
10 years ago
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