Yesterday I wrote a blog post, actually that’s generous. Yesterday I wrote an enormous angry rant. The angry rant was then accidentally deleted. That is what actually happened, it was written on my iPhone and I didn’t save it before restarting my phone and this was probably for the best.
I was angry because I had been put in a dangerous position at work and luckily with assistance handled the situation. Actually I wasn’t angry about this at all, the thing I was angry about what happened the following day when I mentioned it to the agency I did the work for. I was informed by the agency that I was in the wrong! Apparently what I should have done is remove myself from the situation. I’m not entirely certain how you can remove yourself from a situation where you have been attacked without provocation so I asked for clarification. The following conversation was a back and forth of them reciting company policy and me getting angrier as I asked how that was possible in the situation I was in to which I never got a satisfactory response.
After getting commended for my actions by my peers and thanked for the help I gave them to then be told I was in the wrong was frustrating as hell. I had reassured my colleagues that in a situation such as that I had their backs only to find out that the agency didn’t have mine. I am a passionate and sometimes impulsive twit and it took everything in me not to tell them to stick any further shifts somewhere uncomfortable as I have done in a few jobs in the past. I held on to the thought that I would not be working for them much longer and need the money, it was all I had and appears to be all they offer. Now I’ve calmed down I can see the irony in the fact that they were giving me little support in my role as a support worker.