Ever have a weird experience? I mean, at an intersection red light? Yesterday morning 8am, driving to the airport after dropping off our son at school I notice the van next to me is a fellow school parent. We roll our windows down, “Bet you can’t wait to get started!”, I exclaimed.
Oh, she could wait. It seems the social services organization is very political in who receives help. She hates this. The light turned green and off we went. I’d find a way to adapt, if I loved the work but not the workers. Or I’d systematically plan my exit.
What would you do?