Sanity is for squares

I had a work meeting today. I went since I'm still employed there, even though I no longer have a position. The position I turned down, however, is still not yet filled. So, that leaves my director scrambling for a person to fill that shitty shift and begging me to fill it in the meantime.

Oh, did I mention my mom sent me an easy admin position at her work that pays 33 grand a year? And that I haven't heard back about the internal position at my current job, but that definitely does not pay up to 33 grand a year (although it wouldn't be TOO much lower, it isn't salaried)? And did you know that the position at this place gives you paid holidays, 2 weeks paid vacation, and full benefits? AND DID YOU KNOW that my current job, while paying double for holidays, offers none of that and you have to work whatever holidays show up on your shift?

Hmm. Pickle.

Anyway, back to my meeting. It was 2 and a half hours where the goal of our program was spoonfed to us. It was shocking, really, that I have worked there a whole year, and the aim of the program and the way it was handled was NOTHING like it's supposed to be. Apparently we're supposed to treat these women like they are in a constant state of crisis. Instead we've been letting them roam free IN NORTH MINNEAPOLIS WITH THE DRUGS AND THE LIQUOR STORE TWO BLOCKS AWAY all hours of the day doing whatever they want and not watching them so closely when they take their meds.

It was eye-opening, really. All it did was reiterate that I am sick of working with the mentally ill. It's exhausting. I hate babysitting adults, especially adults who aren't ready to get better. ANOTHER grave misunderstanding is that we were trying to help these women be ready for independence when they leave. Ohhhh no. They are only supposed to be "independent" enough to live at a lesser facility. One with apparently more freedom. Baby steps, people!!! Holy crap.

So the moral of my story is: I hate money. The reason why I didn't jump on it is because there are also cons:
-It's 35 miles away vs like 5
-It is not conducive at all to seeing Steve, except on his day off
-It would also be boring
-I graduate in like 6 months (AFTER ALMOST 6 YEARS) and will be looking for a position in my field
-It's the opposite schedule of me now - I work overnights, this would be an 8-4pm job. I hate mornings. And rush hour. And winter (unrelated sorta)

Sanity is for squares

I had a work meeting today. I went since I'm still employed there, even though I no longer have a position. The position I turned down, however, is still not yet filled. So, that leaves my director scrambling for a person to fill that shitty shift and begging me to fill it in the meantime.

Oh, did I mention my mom sent me an easy admin position at her work that pays 33 grand a year? And that I haven't heard back about the internal position at my current job, but that definitely does not pay up to 33 grand a year (although it wouldn't be TOO much lower, it isn't salaried)? And did you know that the position at this place gives you paid holidays, 2 weeks paid vacation, and full benefits? AND DID YOU KNOW that my current job, while paying double for holidays, offers none of that and you have to work whatever holidays show up on your shift?

Hmm. Pickle.

Anyway, back to my meeting. It was 2 and a half hours where the goal of our program was spoonfed to us. It was shocking, really, that I have worked there a whole year, and the aim of the program and the way it was handled was NOTHING like it's supposed to be. Apparently we're supposed to treat these women like they are in a constant state of crisis. Instead we've been letting them roam free IN NORTH MINNEAPOLIS WITH THE DRUGS AND THE LIQUOR STORE TWO BLOCKS AWAY all hours of the day doing whatever they want and not watching them so closely when they take their meds.

It was eye-opening, really. All it did was reiterate that I am sick of working with the mentally ill. It's exhausting. I hate babysitting adults, especially adults who aren't ready to get better. ANOTHER grave misunderstanding is that we were trying to help these women be ready for independence when they leave. Ohhhh no. They are only supposed to be "independent" enough to live at a lesser facility. One with apparently more freedom. Baby steps, people!!! Holy crap.

So the moral of my story is: I hate money. The reason why I didn't jump on it is because there are also cons:
-It's 35 miles away vs like 5
-It is not conducive at all to seeing Steve, except on his day off
-It would also be boring
-I graduate in like 6 months (AFTER ALMOST 6 YEARS) and will be looking for a position in my field
-It's the opposite schedule of me now - I work overnights, this would be an 8-4pm job. I hate mornings. And rush hour. And winter (unrelated sorta)