Sometimes when I’m having a really difficult day or week at work, I wonder why I do suppor
Sometimes when I’m having a really difficult day or week at work, I wonder why I do support work. You get treated like shit, the pay is rubbish, you work crazy hours, you eat crap food because all your energy has gone into looking after your service users and making sure they eat right, and outside of work your patience is just gone. I had a really decent education, and I received the grades that meant I could have completed college and gone to university and had a high paying office job. But a 9-5 job stuck in an office with the same people day in day out just wasn’t for me. I needed a job where I was working WITH people, not for them, where my personality would help make a difference, hence going into care and support work just over 3 years ago. I’m currently on a 380 hour shift. Two weeks away from home, without seeing any friends or family, which may not seem like a lot but when you’re also battling with depression and anxiety, it feels like an eternity. I’ve really struggled the past week, and felt really low. But it’s times like this when my clients bring me home cupcakes they’ve made at college, or a picture they’ve spent all day colouring in, or even just a cuddle before they go to bed, that make it all worth it. So what, I’m making shit all money, I’ve made two people really happy over these two weeks, and that’s what’s important. -- source link
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