We have all at some point complained to somebody about our jobs and said that someday we would get out of that place and find something better. The reasons are endless. You may hate your boss, the pay is not good enough, too far to drive or your co-workers just suck. Despite our ramblings, we usually find something that keeps us where we are or at least lets us know that things are not that bad. I recently witnessed the worst job ever being performed and man do I feel foolish for complaining.
While I was eating lunch with my wife recently we observed a strange woman wearing a name tag with two small children by her side meeting with a younger woman who looked pretty rough. Everything about her signaled a troubled life. The younger woman greeted the children and ran off to order their food. The name tag wearing professional sat quietly and even helped get the children sat down to eat. The younger woman payed little attention to her children and even used her cell phone most of the time. I didn't pay much attention to this scenario until my wife pointed out that the name tag wearing professional was a DCFS transporter. It is her job to bring kids to visit their unfit parents (by order of the courts) and take them back when the visit is over.
I will never forget the look on this woman's face. I am in the business of helping kids and the teachers that teach them. My life's work is put young people in a position to succeed and grow into productive adults and it can be tough. This woman's job is to deal with those that fall through the cracks, many of them likely the failures of people like me. I don't know how I could handle her job. I'm going to take back all those days that I wanted to scream because I had a bad day at work and focus on what I need to do help lower her clientele. In some way we all need to help her look for a new job.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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I understand sometimes that people make mistakes but when it comes to DCFS they dont always look at whats good for the children. The DCFS transporter is just that to transport these children to their visits but some of them do nothing else but transport. I work for an attorney who deals with these cases and some DCFS workers look out for them and not for these children. We had a case where our client was turned into DCFS for smoking pot, i know it is still illegal but she jumped thru their hoops for a year and a half and still they would not let her have her children back but another client wouldn't do their counseling and she got her children back. It just depends what DCFS worker is on your case because the 1st client the reason they would not return her children is because they had already told the foster paretns they could adopt the children. So when it comes to DCFS they are sometimes worthless.
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