I am so freaking sick of my own voice.
Somehow I snagged a 10 minute lunch and was told I had people waiting in the lobby.
Homeless parents living in LA Family Housing
Living in cars
Living with friends
And I have to assess languages, level of need, need for mental health therapy and Domestic Violence services and look for shelter openings
And oh yah, a new girl is training with me.
I spoke like a shady rapid fire used car dealer for hours today.
And no. No one in management where I work cares about what I do or ever has a kind or encouraging word to say.