I'm totally never going to update this thing daily

And I apologize for that. Some days I am just far too apathetic to bring myself to write here. I wish I were joking.

I'd like to take the time, however, to point out that the shelter has rules for a reason. I mean, they may not be the greatest rules, like, no you can't have your cell phone, and no you can't drink and do drugs, but I mean those aren't really unreasonable per se. Also, that other rule, the one about not getting together with other clients at the shelter. Yeah, you shouldn't do that either. Unless you're looking to get kicked out.

Frustration

It is extremely frustrating (and disheartening) when a client goes through the shelter, and half of my program, and gets found by her abuser and subjected to approximately 16 hours of verbal and physical abuse. Yeah, that happened today.

I just don't know what else to say other than that my job isn't glamorous and that people are crazy.

My Day in Meme Form

Not much happened

Not much happened today. Or yesterday. I had an intake today that didn't know why she was sent to our program, as her DV happened in 1995 and her abuser is dead. She stated that she really needed help with anxiety and depression. That's not really our specialty so I had to send her someone else.

Another person called on the phone. I couldn't help her because we're full. That's the worst feeling in the world. Turning someone away because we don't have the space, staff, money. I wish DV had more money. More programs, more solutions, more publicity, and not just the "Man kills wife and kids, live at 11" kind. The kind where we tell people that a relationship shouldn't be controlling and violent, and that abused people can go on to live wonderful lives.

That would be awesome.

I need to get on tv.