Frankly, I'm pissed off...

I've had some time to think about the events of last week and my impending unusefulness here since my job is likely to be gone soon. And I am pissed. In these past two years, I have managed a large staff of caring people who work their asses off on a daily basis to bring some sense of worth to people most other's ignore. We have done this and maintained most of our sanity in systems nightmare that changes more than a baby's diaper. At no time, did anyone from the HMO ever ask us for any input or advice as to the best way to work with our target group even though we've been doing it for years and they have not. In the past two years, I've seen people become numbers and social workers become "good worker bees" who aren't suppose to speak up and are advised that we are not advocates but rather "brokers" of services.

I have found it incredibly hard to work within a system that now only addresses needs and those needs are seen as negatives and something that costs money. I have always seen the disabled not for what they cannot do, but rather, for what they can achieve with just the slightest assistance, kind teaching and, once in a while, a gentle push. They are not unlike the rest of us. They want the same things. They long for friends, relationships, meaningful work, and nice places to live. They have opinions and hopes and dreams and, to me, discounting those things is a crime. I have a feeling, it is because I am so vocal about these things, that my services as supervisor are no longer seen as needed by the HMO.

And, frankly, it pisses me off.

I know I'll be okay. This agency is a great place to work and I'm confident they'll have something for me that will be challenging and eventful. My boss is a good guy and he has always had my back. So, yeah, I'll be fine.

(NOTE: I just wanted to say thank you to Denise of prinslinks.blogspot.com for always taking an interest and even highlighting one of my blog entries in her blog. I wish she could work here too! )