I used to work as an assistant dean. It was great since most of the kids don't get into too much shenanigans, and I'd end up doing study hall and tutoring during the day and supervise after school. That went on for two years.

The budget cut happened, and I was excised. The district HR said "sure, we'll place you elsewhere." I thought it was all sunshine and rainbow for the summer.

Mid August, I went in to the new school. They placed me as an Special Ed Assistant with a $1 bump in pay. Sweet.

Turn out, DCD is a fucking drain on your sanity. It feels like walking into a goddamn treatment center everyday I go in for work. Second day, I told the department head that I was not cut out for this. That fucking bitch CC (that's her actual initial) told me "sure, maybe we'll shuffle the staff and have you work with the higher functioning kids." Then they hired to new motherfuckers two weeks later to work there, and I continue bashing my head against the goddamn DCD wall.

Everyday, I take language off-campus just so I can swear out loud on my to the car. It's fucking cold in Minnesota. I hate to work just for they pay, but here I am working just for the pay and health insurance.

and Fuck CC.