If nothing, this job is making me admire the tenacity of the human spirit in spite of the idiots I see as well.
Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat. – Mark Twain
Thursday, September 23, 2010
My hands are tied.
For all my bitching about my job and the retarded people I meet because of it, I do actually like my job and enjoy working. But the recent week has shown me the most frustrating thing about my job. I have to help undeserving people cover their asses by incessant nagging, but when there truly comes a case where I really want to help the person, my hands are tied. Tied by the very rules and regulations I have to enforce to help maintain a more equal system. I have of course, long realised there is no such thing as perfect equality, that there will always be subjectivity. But still it hurts to see the deserving be rejected, forgotten, be on the wrong side with lady luck.