damn! and i loved that gig too. i was a counselor at a facility/residential group home for developmentally disabled clients, but.... the abuses i've witnessed at the hands of other staff have just done me in. its like i'm completely powerless to keep my clients safe. there's this awful vacuum of character there, this woman, who's been busted verbally abusing clients, has stolen money from them in sizable amounts on at least three verified occasions, and is just a unethical compost heap in general. Yet, filing complaints with management results in nothing more than my being known as a trouble maker. too make matters worse, we've got a new supervisor, a man hating brutish woman, who's modified time sheets without our knowledge, filed incident reports for staff taking lunch breaks and the like. c'mon, working at wendy's as a kid i got a damn lunch break! our group home recieved a sizable grant, to the tune of $16,000 from KOVAR (knights of va for the mentally retarded or some such) for home improvements six months ago. today, that money has sat stagnant (at best) and my client's living situation hasn't been improved whatsoever. my clients, even after having demonstrated facility in living independently, and receiving federal grants to move to supported living apartments, have remained sort of trapped, as the agency derives funding from medicaid for clients in their care. i'm just sick with it. my only measure of satisfaction is having drafted and prepared to mail a detailed account of this employee's wrong-doings and ethical violations to our state's legal advocate. that should shake 'em up a bit! what is it about care-giver jobs that attract such beasts? you'd think that there'd be an ethics exam to screen potential employees, but it just seems to attract the worst kind of trash, and me. oh well, just needed to vent. i'm gonna miss my clients, i've developed some really heart warming relationships there. i'll still visit, but it won't be the same. what a bummer.