But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell I'm doing here? I don't belong here
Well, after another crap week of work stress I decided to unwind in a big way over the weekend. I went to my village for a few scoops. And yes, it was fun. A few bets on the horses and a few glasses of wine, a nice way to unwind. Some stuff happened too, and lots of very kind people were worried about me, and asked what had happened. So this blog is by way of a small explanation, and a rant, and just to get things off my chest.
Due to the long long time I have been doing my job, many many families have passed through my playgroup. A lot of local families, and as such many are known to me. Now, due to the sensitive nature of my business I have to sign confidentiality agreements and also work closely with state agencies such as social workers etc. I am bound by strict laws and a legal document entitled 'Duty to Care'. As you can imagine in a small community this can and has put me in some not nice positions. I have been threatened, verbally abused and my daughter bullied because of it. Lately it has escalated again. The reason for this is mostly because of a couple of neighbours who think they know all about me and certain situations and stand on street corners gossiping about me. Every time I leave my house I'm called names. I'm nosey, I watch everyone, I make notes, I rat people up etc. I'm am in actual fact too busy working my ass off, and spending time with my family and having a life to actually give a damn about them, or their sad lives. I get up, I go to work, I come home and close my door. I have never bad mouthed these people. Because of this, I'm a snob who thinks she's better than everyone else. Well you know what? Let's look at it this way. I come from a poor background, educated myself, worked hard, know who my children's father is, and brought them up to be the best they could be. It hasn't been easy, and the job is still not done. My two older children are in third level education, and my youngest is ambitious and clever and she is planning to go there too. Most of the people I grew up with are either dead, junkies or worse. My parents brought me up with a strong work ethic and a proper sense of right and wrong. I never felt the world owed me a living, I never sat on my ass waiting for stuff to happen. I got up, grabbed life by the balls and went for it. Does that make me superior? Not really, but my behaviour certainly is. I deserve better. So when I walked into my local takeaway the other night, and was met by abuse how did I react? I laughed in her face.
I'm fed up with always being the the one they talk about, the one they take the piss out of, the one that is the weirdo because she is honest and decent and does a bloody good job. Malicious rumours and silly, narrow minded childishness is not going to make me stop. Two faced assholes who want to use my service and then bite my back off when I'm not around are not going to make me stop. At the end of the day, who are they to judge anyone?
Bullies only win when you give them the power to win. I have come across bullies before. Much closer to home. They didn't win then, and they won't win now. The amount of children and families that have made a point of telling me how positive my service was in their lives, and how much of a difference we've made to them far outweighs the negative comments and snide remarks. And when I do move on it will be in the knowledge that I have always done the best I could. And the people that matter know this. And weird is good. Why be ordinary anyway.
SharonAnn
Due to the long long time I have been doing my job, many many families have passed through my playgroup. A lot of local families, and as such many are known to me. Now, due to the sensitive nature of my business I have to sign confidentiality agreements and also work closely with state agencies such as social workers etc. I am bound by strict laws and a legal document entitled 'Duty to Care'. As you can imagine in a small community this can and has put me in some not nice positions. I have been threatened, verbally abused and my daughter bullied because of it. Lately it has escalated again. The reason for this is mostly because of a couple of neighbours who think they know all about me and certain situations and stand on street corners gossiping about me. Every time I leave my house I'm called names. I'm nosey, I watch everyone, I make notes, I rat people up etc. I'm am in actual fact too busy working my ass off, and spending time with my family and having a life to actually give a damn about them, or their sad lives. I get up, I go to work, I come home and close my door. I have never bad mouthed these people. Because of this, I'm a snob who thinks she's better than everyone else. Well you know what? Let's look at it this way. I come from a poor background, educated myself, worked hard, know who my children's father is, and brought them up to be the best they could be. It hasn't been easy, and the job is still not done. My two older children are in third level education, and my youngest is ambitious and clever and she is planning to go there too. Most of the people I grew up with are either dead, junkies or worse. My parents brought me up with a strong work ethic and a proper sense of right and wrong. I never felt the world owed me a living, I never sat on my ass waiting for stuff to happen. I got up, grabbed life by the balls and went for it. Does that make me superior? Not really, but my behaviour certainly is. I deserve better. So when I walked into my local takeaway the other night, and was met by abuse how did I react? I laughed in her face.
I'm fed up with always being the the one they talk about, the one they take the piss out of, the one that is the weirdo because she is honest and decent and does a bloody good job. Malicious rumours and silly, narrow minded childishness is not going to make me stop. Two faced assholes who want to use my service and then bite my back off when I'm not around are not going to make me stop. At the end of the day, who are they to judge anyone?
Bullies only win when you give them the power to win. I have come across bullies before. Much closer to home. They didn't win then, and they won't win now. The amount of children and families that have made a point of telling me how positive my service was in their lives, and how much of a difference we've made to them far outweighs the negative comments and snide remarks. And when I do move on it will be in the knowledge that I have always done the best I could. And the people that matter know this. And weird is good. Why be ordinary anyway.
SharonAnn
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