I remember when I was so excited for that job at the detention center, I mean, "program," only to find out that it was not the environment for me. I had a few interviews lined up but I left without a plan. All I knew was that I was sick of the atmosphere and the people in it (mostly staff) and it was not good for my mental sanity, as I'm sure I've already written about. So, I had what seemed like 100 interviews to go too and I barely made the cut with most of them until I finally got an offer for the job I'm currently working. In between there, I almost regretted quitting so prematurely as my finances were not in the
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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