YawnAs I've told you people that live inside my computer, I work in a residential Treatment Center for youth with behavioral/mental issues.
Really, what it all comes down to is that these kids, for the most part, had a shitty start in life.
Not all of them, but a majority.
So, it's not really all their fault that, at times, they can be little assholes.
However, they are in a locked down facility for a reason.
I've been there now for almost 6 months.
I never thought that I would get to the point where I don't even bat an eye lash at some the shit that goes on.
" I'm gonna fucking kill you, and then I'm gonna find your house and kill your kids, you fat, ugly bitch!!!!" - I hear this AT LEAST twice a week.
I can't believe that I've gotten to the point where I'm just like
" Yup, Kill me and my kids, got it. I'm a fat bitch..Got it"
Doesn't even phase me anymore.
Just last night I had a 14 year old boy tell me that I "smell like a French fucking whore house", and he hates it when I walk by.
I guess he doesn't like Happy Heart.
Then he told me,
" I'll fucking kill you!! I'll rip this up and shove it down your throat so you can't breathe"
Got ya, chief!
Starting tomorrow, I go to the overnight shift.
I think the death threats will drop off.