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In this corner the job, in that corner the work

I am currently half way finished with the entry about interracial dating but I'm in one of those moods where I have to switch gears and rant.

I love the work that I do. I work with students in the public school system who are not necessarily on the right path to provide them the support they need to stay in school and move on to positive things in their lives, that is the short version. The long version is that I am a teacher, advocate, advisor, counselor...all those things kids need from everyone in the school that because of sheer size can not be provided to every kid. I love that. I love interacting with my kids, listening to them talk, having them call me at all hours for ridiculous nonsensical stuff which really translates to them wanting me to care and knowing that I care so much that those calls are OK.

In the words of my coworker and friend I love the work that I do but I hate my job. I hate that I have an non supportive management team who I feel only backs me to get the data they need for funding. And the sad part is I am not the only person who feels that way, we all do. When we speak up whatever we say gets turned around on us to make it appear as if we are lacking or not doing our job. Our manager takes individual conversations and frustrations and broadcast them to other specialists, and has avoided phone calls simply because she didn't want to deal with the issues we had.

I am sick of having so much placed upon me in the way of data. It seems as if all that matters is getting student numbers to funders so that we will have more money. In a nonprofit organization such as ours the emphasis should be on helping the kids, yes we need money for that but the focus can not be the money. If we focus on the kids in the right way the money will be there.

What brought this all on? Pretty much my boss calling a coworker that I am close with and complaining about something that she did not properly convey to me. As a professional there is no room for petty, she said, secretive back talking. Things should be upfront, handled in a professional manner. I am tired of trying to be a professional in an unprofessional environment.

G-R-R

**FireFly**
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