I think I need a vacation...

While I was complaining about something that happened at work not too long ago, J at Talking2Myself reminded me of why I went into the job I did.


I've been having real second and third thoughts about my job. Whether it is time to take a sabbatical, move on to something a little less stressful, not quite so exciting (some days down right dangerous).


Where I work we deal every day with people who have been hurt by someone who is supposed to love them. Adults, children, women and men. While I am not involved with the actual counseling, I am responsible for keeping the doors open, the counselors available, the 24/7 hotline funded so it is there. Toilet paper for the shelter, counseling for adult and child survivors of rape and violence. I am the development director, fundraiser, grantwriter, community relations, etc. Now we are being told that we can expect major budget cuts from the state level. Great, and what the f**k is going to happen next year when our wonderful, intelligent, Florida voters vote to increase the damn homestead exemption?


I am tired of doing it. I have burned out, I am tired of hearing how awful people are to each other, seeing how awful people are to each other. Shoot, too early in the morning for wine...