It's been a long time since a posting here. Life is good and it goes on. It tends to get too busy but still it's good to hang on for the ride.
I'm still working for the company I have been with for 4 1/2 years. I love the work, hate the low income (pay and time cuts are making it unlivable) and hate the potential danger. I like helping my co-workers and clients. I'm still a teacher at heart. And I guess I'm a people person too.
I'm looking for other work but hanging on to this job for dear life also. What an insecure time this is to be in the workforce. I keep applying at different kinds of places but until a new job is secure there is no way I'll quit this one.
Federal and state cuts to funding are making this work seriously underfunded. The newest round of cuts are taking nearly $16,000 annually away from every DD Waver client.
These are totally dependant, handicapped adults with no choice or ability to help themselves. Their service providers such as doctors and therapists are taking deep pay cuts. Day services are taking about 5% cuts in funding and group homes are taking 8% cuts with more in the works for later. How this service and the workers and clients will survive is a good question. We are paid very little above bare minimum wage. Benefits are dropping off and 401Ks haven't had matching funds in several years.

Still, it is better than unemployement.
Almost 4 years ago raises were frozen at our company. We've taken pay cuts and now deep time cuts and staffing cuts in the homes. It's at the point where I worry for both client and staff safety.

It's almost impossible to accomplish what is required of one staff when it was once the job of two or three people.

Taking clients as a group to public outtings when they misbehave, run off, can turn violent, steal, and more..... is not fair to anyone with just one staff to drive and do it all.
Well life does have some silver linnings. We were married earlier this month with a small group of friends and family present. The wedding cake, punch, decorations, and a meal as well as the use of a clubhouse were all provided by friends and family. What wonderful and practical wedding gifts those were. What lovely memories they helped make for everyone there.
Inspite of, or perhaps because of, the hardships, gifts have been the things really needed, rather than showy junk that we'd have to store or find a new home for.

Friends just got together and did it. Now that is real friendship.