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I Should’ve Taken That Left Turn at Albuquerque |
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2005-01-24 - 5:33 p.m. Sometimes when I think I about my job I worry that I care too much. I worry that I get too close and emotionally involved with the clients and volunteers, that I don't keep a professional distance. I know it's true-- I know that's why I sometimes end up having to go to the bathroom and have a little cry. It's also why sometimes I come home from work totally emotionally spent, with nothing left to give my family and friends. But then there are other days when I worry that I don't care enough. Like today. Ten minutes before I was supposed to leave I got a voicemail that one of my volunteers had to cancel all his rides for the week because he has pnuemonia. I could not even summon enough concern to call his wife back and ask how he's doing. All I could think was "Fuck, nice timing. Now I'll have to work late to find volunteers to replace him." And now I feel bad that I don't feel more concerned.
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Run of the mill, boring update - 2005-03-24 Early morning entries are never too chipper - 2005-03-18 Brief catchup - 2005-03-14 A morning at work - 2005-03-09 The drugs don't work - 2005-03-07 Currently listening to: |
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