Let's Move On in Current Events

I’m tired of pretending that we’re okay.

I don’t even want to talk about it. I’m trying to get over it. At the end of grieving is acceptance. That’s where I am with the work drama. My Communications Director keeps bringing it up. He is taking it upon himself to make a formal complaint. I’m usually the one who sticks his neck out for people, from previous employment. My coordinator is tired of pretending that everything is okay. I’m doing what I can to be there for them and get them through this. It is taking its toll.

Fuck it. Was the vibe yesterday. My coordinator and I didn’t want to do anything. We pulled out all of our new toys for our program and tested them out. We got a camera, some lighting, some microphones, and a drone. Then we played It Takes Two on the PS5. We have accomplished so fucking much these last couple of months, so yesterday we just took it easy. We practically had the office to ourselves.

There was an email about the organization hiring an elder. We used him once. I’m very excited about this. He is amazing. I hope he ends up in our office. I want to learn so much from him.

I had my one-on-one with the mentee I was feeling nervous about in my previous entry. His mother told me he was looking forward to it so that made me feel hopeful. He’s been hesitant as of late. I almost gushed over him when I picked him up. Look at our little man with his parted gelled hair. He looked like he was ready for church. His mother was glowing. She has her son back, what else are you going to feel? He didn’t open up to me about anything this time which is okay. He just wanted to have fun. He deserves that. As my old office roommate said, he will be your favorite. He is our problem child and she explained that because we will invest so much in him, he will be your favorite. He’s an absolute menace so we have him iced out from the rest of the group at the moment. He and another participant. They both have ADHD and have massive personalities that clash big time. (Cancer & Libra)

Next week I have a one-on-one with the participant who is back in our program. He’s back on the rez for another funeral. It’s like he is always burying someone, it breaks my heart. He committed another crime while he was away. I’m not happy about how my coordinator handled this situation but I want us to make up for that lost time.

We have a new participant coming in next week. He is suicidal. That breaks my heart. My participants are all under 12.

Today we are doing archery with the boys. I’m looking forward to it. So are they. We are going to get some more guitars and teach our boys how to play soon. Those who are interested, anyway.

I think my roommate is taking today off. She is still asleep. She will not clean a thing around the apartment is what my mind is doing. Let a girl have a day to herself.

I need to get on with my day. Ta.