My job is not a dream job...

Trying to find my happy place...dreaming of running (for which I have no time or energy) and being in beautiful central park...

My job is more of a "what in the world was I thinking when I got into this much debt to earn this little" kind of job. What makes it even more "wonderful" is the fact that I work in child welfare which is just about the worst area within social work one can go into. The pay is crappy, you have to put so much of yourself into it for incredibly low rewards, most of the time things don't turn out how you want, your own family life suffers because you have to be there to take care of everyone else's family, you have to be on call at the drop of a hat, you're told over and over again that "you're not meeting the basic requirements" BUT you also, "do so much!"

Since the first phone call on Monday morning at 7:45am, I have hated my job as not just one but two families of mine have gone out of control. And every single of of the three sessions I've had to have with other families has turned out crap-tastic, once again leaving me feeling completely inept and inadequate at my ridiculous job and thinking I should go hide under a rock and these people would probably be better off.

What is the point?

Social services sucks big time a lot of the time.