The workshop is over. I feel so much relief. I left with a fan base, again. The kookums, they’re my stans now.
They saved the heavy part for last. What to do when a participant dies. I’m not the only going through it in real time. There was a lot of tears. None of them were mine…
I don’t know what my needs are from work right now, I just feel like I am not getting them met. Nobody cares enough. Anywhere. We weren’t given any time for ourselves. In fact, they keep filling our plate. Friday, it is supposed to be a big staff day of blowing off steam between all locations. My team was signed up to present our program at some event. So we are missing out on it and I am so pissed. They are trying to get us to get more funding so they can treat us as a revenue stream. Fucking trash. The founder of the NPO is a kookum at one of our locations. She was present at the workshop, I just wanted to go over to her and tell her to support my efforts to get the board to take actions to intervene in this government takeover of our program. I know she’s not happy about it. She stated that one of her glimmers is seeing people stand up for what’s right. This ain’t my fight, however.
My heart is broken today. My little guys obituary is live making this feel real. Tomorrow I am looking forward to see my coordinator. He’s the only person who can understand what I am going through. Keeping me separated from my team with this workshop was also cruel and unusual. Just tone deaf. I just want it to be the weekend already. Also, I was the only person from my office there when others were signed up. Why!? Always…
They described the little guy perfectly. He was an Aquarius through and through.
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