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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

beware, pissed woman ranting

It's rare that I get angry anymore. By anymore, I just mean maybe the past few months. I haven't been any extreme emotion, one way or the other. But today. Today I'm pissed.

Pissed off that I can't seem to get a break in this wonderful work place I have seem to have landed in a few weeks ago. I was so excited to start and be a real social worker again practising and helping others, and all that other good stuff that I rarely pontificate about.

It seems that I've been passed over, not once but twice for a position in my office. Regardless of the fact that I am more qualified, and well....no nice way to say this: INDIAN, working on a reserve, I was passed over for a non-native woman with no degree, no experience and no idea what child welfare is like on a First Nation reserve. Score one for the team, I guess.

Then again today, they interviewed outside applicants (illegal since they did not first offer me the position being I am already employed by the agency), and no response when I ask 'what in hell is going on here?'.

I'm pissed because I have to share an office with the unqualified non-native women, 4 years my junior who acts like her youth outreach work has prepared her for this sort of job.

I'm pissed because my manager is frighteningly incompetent and I just wait for the day a child will truly suffer for our lack of accountability, qualifications and basic ability to do the job.

I'm pissed because I've been almost killing myself in order to get a job so I can be one of those ordinary people in Society who are able to care for themselves and I can't get a break.

I'm pissed because it looks like I will have to either go back on Welfare (yes, fucking welfare) or move in with my parents if I am not offered a job by the end of the month.

There's more. But what's the fucking point? I'll still be in the same post I was before I started typing.
Gish out.

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  • Blogger Poor Mad Peter says so:
    Saturday, November 10, 2007 7:50:00 AM  

    I've been thinking about what you said on your rant, Gish, and it seems to me that maybe they ultimately did you a favour. If they're as incompetent as you say, isn't it better to find out now than to get hired on an find out it's a really toxic workplace? top