“it’s only a 3 hour shift how are you so tired” …. ts is not for the weak. mentally. physically. vocally. everything about it is defeat. “she’s only 13” …. and she punches like a grown man. she pushed her arms into my right tiddy. now it hurts like a bitch. she tried to bend my finger back. thank god I backed up in time. do you know how it feels to have a child yell and punch you for asking if she could draw a triangle on a whiteboard? not great. not fucking great. but I do genuinely love my job and helping these kids but god how is my 2nd ever client a fucking final boss. like there’s levels to this shit and she’s at the tippy top of the pyramid. all I can do is try my best and have a depressing drive back home. might fuck around and get myself a sweet treat too who knows. I need it.