Day 7: "I Don't Know How You Do Your Job"

If I had a nickel every time I heard this... Because, yes I've seen some shit. Shit you just cannot unsee or forget. Ever. But really, I have LOVED the job. 

I have loved the adrenaline rushes and playing cops and robbers and jumping fences with FWPD. 

I have loved walking into a broken family and helping them put their pieces back together. 

I have loved being able to help kids find their voices to tell their stupid parents to get their shit together. Kids don't give. a. fuck. They will say whatever pops into their minds. And they will tell you the God's honest truth about the shady shit their parents have done. 

I have loved *most of* my coworkers. They are my second family. We have had to trust each other with our lives in some situations which has instantly bonded us for life. Not to mention the select few who are (deep deep down) as inappropriate as I am. 
 
What I have NOT loved however is the complete lack of support from "management", the micro-managing, and the underground office politics that "better" the office while lacking complete common sense. That's what makes an already stressful job more stressful. That's what makes me sit in my car those extra five minutes every morning fighting the urge to drive far, far away. That's why I am leaving. That's why everyone leaves. Because you can only push a loyal person so fucking far.