so I *wasn't* going to go to work today. I'm half fucking sick, but I decided that I needed the extra cash. A girl's gotta drink, right?

So I went to work and shit was just dandy. I learned in the first 15 minutes of being there that the kid I was last put on a 1:1 with has diarrhea. HELLO. CONTAGIOUS FUCKER ON THE LOOSE. It turns out that 4 other kids have it too. These kids are running around spreading some kinda intestinally decaying DISEASE and I fucking contracted it from them. Damn, you bastards. Damn you and your sexually abusive foster parents.

So they were having some kinda...thing at work too. Apparently all those new flowers and fountains and grass squares they've been putting in weren't just for our benefit, oh no sir. They invited a whole slew of people from the city to come have a look at our freshly planted weeds. We picked some of the better kids to go play nice with them and show them what a lovely hospital we have. It turns out that they had all kindsa refreshments, little hoity toity crackers with cheese and shit...little half cans of soda. So I go into the minikitchen (where the stash is) and jack some little cheese cake squares and some carrots and grapes and shit. NOW...I don't know who this shit belongs to..but it's in MY breakroom...and there's no name on it..;x lol so I'm eating this shit. A few nurses were in there doing the same fuckign thing, so don't point any fingers at me, fucko.

So I've got my arms LOADED with these little clear plastic party cups full of cake and crackers and fruit. I unlock the backdoor to go back outside to watch the kids play kickball when I hear somebody get slammed against the door and people start screaming. It seems the kids are having some kinda fight. Meaning....some kinda fight that I should be out there helping to break up. :X lol but I'm not. I'm inside...arms full of food..looking out the window wondering "can I open the door yet?" So they break up the fight and I come out and start giving cups to the other staff members and some of the kids just FLIP OUT. Now..keep in mind that we have all the "bad" kids outside...all the "good" kids are inside at the little party thing for the city folks. They see the snacks and start asking "how come we didn't get to go to the party? how come you get snacks? how come they get snacks? where's our snacks?" blah fuckity blah. The kids had just broke out i a fight anyway, so we took them all inside. Since this kid Roger started the shit, he's the first to go in and the first to go to the quiet room.

While we're going in, this kid Charlie gets pissed off because he doesn't want to go inside. "Everyone else was in the fight, not me. Why do I have to be punished for something they did?" At this hospital..if you don't do what you're told, you get restrained. END OF STORY. So we had to fucking carry this kid inside and we take him straight to the quiet room. They put him in a horizontal hold while I got the stretcher and wheeled it up next to him and helped strap him in. Meanwhile, Roger is in the OTHER quiet room (there's 2 on each unit) just sitting there listening to Charlie screaming like a fucking maniac. I go back to the room that Roger is in and sit in front of the door to make sure that he's ok and spends his full 15 minutes quiet and calm before we let him out.

There's a new kid...his name is Elmo. I shit you not. I'm not even going to try to change his name for legal purposes this time...because the kid's name IS ELMO. Who names their kid elmo..and he's BLACK!? wtf were you fuckers thinking?! ELMO? so the kid's new and he never keeps anything on his feet. When you're in the dayroom, you gotta have at least socks on. No socks = ass squirting diseases being spread around. HELLO. We've told him numerous times inside and outside to put his god damn shoes on. So I'm sitting in front of the quiet room with Roger when they tell Elmo to put something on his feet. Elmo flips out and goes into his room and starts throwing his laundry basket around and random...nothingness I suppose. They ask him to stop and he doesn't. The nurse then comes and tells me that though Roger hasn't processed off his 15 minutes, he IS quiet and calm and needs to get the fuck outta the quiet room because Elmo's going in. SO....Out goes Roger to his room and in goes Elmo..Meanwhile, Charlie's getting a shot in the other quiet room. Elmo is not going peacefully. This fucker is kicking..he's screaming..he's scratching people..he's fucking biting. I go get the other stretcher and it has a sign on it that says "I'm broken." I show the staff, but they say fuck it and tell me to put it down anyway. We get him almost all the way into restraints when we realize that this fucking thing really IS broken and we need another one. I go running out of the unit and down the hall..lol past the fucking party that's still going on..and people are staring at me. :X I come running into another unit and ask for their stretcher. So I got this stretcher with two more employees in tow..and we're running past these fucking city people eating their cheese crackers. FUCKING CLASSIC. Hope you like the fucking flowers people, cuz the crazy kids are gonna stomp them out in a month or so anyway.

We get the spankin new stretcher back to the unit and tranfer Elmo to that one. The kid fucking SPITS on me and another staff. He also tries to fucking bite my hand and scratch me. We get him in the stretcher and he screams like bloody fucking murder for a good ten minutes. We finally get him a shot and the kid's right as fucking rain.

Another kid went into the quiet room after that, I forget who and for what...because I went to go get snack for the kids who weren't being put in restraint. I come back and give everybody snack. Then I find out that this little girl Terra wrote something about her roommate, who's black, in her diary...talking about how she's a "nigger" blah blah. The black girl finds it and shows staff...I mean..the girl's crying..she's really upset. Now..this Terra bitch is the same one who told a staff member earlier in the week "Fuck you, nigger. Go back to Africa." The funny thing is that the black guy she told is named Ejike and he IS from Africa..lol he's fucking Nigerian...He didn't even take offense to it. He was like "yeah..i'm going back for the summer..so what?" So yeah..this girl called her roommate a nigger. A staff member called the girls out of their room and told the black girl to not go through people's stuff, and then she put the other girl in the quiet room and gave her an hour long speach over what the definition of a nigger was. SHOTS ALL AROUND PEOPLE. LINE UP HERE AND GET YOUR SHOTS.

It pretty much goes without saying that I'd long regretted coming into work today. My stomach virus was gone, but now my throat was hurting like fuck and I couldn't stop coughing... I still can't stop coughing.....*sigh* so those girls were roommates..and we couldn't have them together anymore....so we moved people all around..and this was right before bedtime. We moved this one kid Tom into a room with 2 other boys. Tom is fucking loony. We all believe that Tom is schizophrenic, but it's hard to tell when he's NINE YEARS OLD. Tom always has trouble going to sleep. He told me one night that he had a bunch of presents to deliver for christmas (he had a pillowcase full of clothes). I told him it was August, but he said Christmas was starting early this year. I took the pillowcase from him and gave it back to him ten minutes later, hoping he'd forget. He asked "Did you deliver the presents?!" I responded "No, tom. Go to sleep." Tom then told me that I was gonna get "char-coal" for Christmas this year. I was this fucking close to telling him that santa wasn't real...lmao Tom's history is that his older brother raped him multiple times...maybe every night..who knows..he's to have no contact with anyone but CPS. Tom was one of the "good" kids that went to the party. While at the party, he met up with his CPS case worker. He immediately told her that we didn't give him dinner and that we were STARVING him. At dinner time, the little fucker said he didn't WANT dinner...and when we made him go..he sat there for 30 minutes and picked at his food. He barelay touched it..and ate only 25%. What a little shit.

So yeah..Tom..and it's bedtime...and he just made a room change. This fucker will not go to sleep. Not only will he not go to sleep, he's up runnign around his room fucking with his other roommates so they can't sleep either. I'm screaming at him to go to bed and he wont. I tell him to lay down or he's going to the quiet room. soooooo yeah...:| Me and Tom..at the quiet room. I see that he has a toy in his hand, so I take it from him. They're not allowed to have toys in their room. He immediately starts crying, saying that his mother gave it to him. I remind him of the no room-toy policy. He then retorts with "what about my dragon? That's a toy." I respond "That's a stuffed animal, Tom." He gets SO FUCKING MAD and starts screaming "He's real. He's a real dragon!" All the other staff are laughing so hard......the kid is totally out there. Now he's crawling around the quiet room making "dragon noises" and saying that he wants a shot. The nurse comes and tells me to just leave him in the quiet room until he gets tired. I sit in front of this fucking door for 45 minutes while this kid bangs on the windows and screams that he wants out. The nurse tells me to just ignore him.

Meanwhile, right behind me in another room, another kid wont go to sleep and he insists that he can't sleep unless he sleeps under his bed. He CAN'T sleep under his bed. It's a god damn fire hazard. I was about to pull my god damn hair out.

Everyone finally went to sleep, shots and all. I know I left some shit out somewhere in there.....who cares.

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