that I don't give my employer every single work minute to which he is entitled. This week was hellish. IN fact, so much so, that at about 8am this morning I was ready to just open the front door, walk out and keep on walking.
Working in social services has always been an exercise in finding a balance between doing what is right and doing what the red tape allows. Recently though the scales have tipped and I'm finding it harder and harder to find the joy in my work. Most days, just getting to the office is a testament to my sheer will and determination because, trust me, I really want to say "Fuck it!" and call it a day.
I'm going to tell you the truth social workers dare not speak - I am tired of caring anymore. It's an endless cycle of need, want and cannot get over and over again with a healthy dose of those who take advantage of the system thrown in the mix. At this time, I want to stand in the middle of room and scream "Help your own damn selves!!!"
I know I am burning out. And you know what? I don't care.
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