Monday, July 21, 2003
For a long time - most of the last 2.5 years I've been employed by The Planning Council - I've traditionally told people that I may not make a lot of money at my job, but it's fulfilling, I enjoy it, so it's all alright.
No more.
I am over it. I'm sick of bullshit regulations (meaning within the context of a Virginia Department of Social Services program, not specific things at my agency, for the most part). I'm sick of trying so hard to be a good employee while coworkers get away with absolute murder (I know, that's not specific to my job, but still). And most of all - non-PC alert - I'm fucking sick and tired of these ghetto mamas trying to run game. Thinking that they're the smart ones - uh, excuse me bitch, if you so smart how come you got 4 kids by 3 different baby daddies and you comin' to me to help ya pay for it, huh? These women who were raised in a "welfare culture," where the way you survive (if not thrive) is by taking advantage of the system. Who think that having a job is too much to ask. Now, this isn't to say that there aren't clients of mine who don't sincerely need the helping hand, and who aren't using it to better their lives and the lives of their children - because there most definitely are. But numerous bad apples really do spoil the whole bunch, and lemme tell ya, we've got entire bushels of fucking worm-infested apples amongst our clientele. If you "just forgot" to get paperwork in, then your subsidized childcare isn't that important to you, is it? So don't expect me to give a good damn if your case is closed; you certainly didn't (until you heard the money tap being shut off, right?). I'm gonna stick with this job until I move, but after that, no fool no more, as En Vogue so presciently sang. I applaud those who have the tenacity and personalities to help the disenfranchised, 'cause it's important work. But my days in social work are numbered. By me.
No more.
I am over it. I'm sick of bullshit regulations (meaning within the context of a Virginia Department of Social Services program, not specific things at my agency, for the most part). I'm sick of trying so hard to be a good employee while coworkers get away with absolute murder (I know, that's not specific to my job, but still). And most of all - non-PC alert - I'm fucking sick and tired of these ghetto mamas trying to run game. Thinking that they're the smart ones - uh, excuse me bitch, if you so smart how come you got 4 kids by 3 different baby daddies and you comin' to me to help ya pay for it, huh? These women who were raised in a "welfare culture," where the way you survive (if not thrive) is by taking advantage of the system. Who think that having a job is too much to ask. Now, this isn't to say that there aren't clients of mine who don't sincerely need the helping hand, and who aren't using it to better their lives and the lives of their children - because there most definitely are. But numerous bad apples really do spoil the whole bunch, and lemme tell ya, we've got entire bushels of fucking worm-infested apples amongst our clientele. If you "just forgot" to get paperwork in, then your subsidized childcare isn't that important to you, is it? So don't expect me to give a good damn if your case is closed; you certainly didn't (until you heard the money tap being shut off, right?). I'm gonna stick with this job until I move, but after that, no fool no more, as En Vogue so presciently sang. I applaud those who have the tenacity and personalities to help the disenfranchised, 'cause it's important work. But my days in social work are numbered. By me.
# posted by Thomas : 2:58 PM
