The vile bitches in health and social care didn’t want the placements I had worked so hard to secure, they wanted nurseries. Yes, they chose health and social care, not childcare.
MR went mental, screaming at me about it. I asked her how was I supposed to know if I wasn’t told. I am only as good as the information I receive.
Very close to walking out of that job.
Came home, got some crack and b off Yellow, which sorted my mood immensely.
Knocked myself out to sleep.
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