i was running a group home type environment for kids, aged 8-13, who were in state custody for whatever reasons. i had 11 year old sex offenders, attempted murderers, kids who saw their parents get murked, kids who had all kinds of terrible shit done to them- it was a great job most of the time. here i'm playing up the negative highlights because the good that came out of it was fierce. i got to teach some dudes how to skate, enjoy music, sing blues with 8 year old future inmates, garden, make a day decent for someone, and for the time teach someone how to appreciate themselves and be a kid for a second after having had that stolen away.
with that said, it was hard as fuck and no shift ever lasted 8 hours. the people who worked for me were tools for the most part- for many reasons, many people hired in direct care positions are fools without heart or a much of a brain. it was draining outside of the workplace- there's no way to go home and not be concerned about what you saw, heard, or thought. working 3-1130 (really 3-1am) is tiring and a total drain on any type of relationships outside of last call.
since feb. 2010 i've been out of work at total of 8 months due to work related injuries. hand was broken in 3 places after being kicked by a kid playing kickball and tore my foot to shreds chasing after a kid playing football. hah, so many people get hurt when kids get out of hand- the kids only hurt me when we were having fun, fuckin a.
i don't think i'm going to go back when i'm healed. i've since started working on my BA again, i've got 5 classes after this semester. it's time to do myself!