Eighty Two

Theme: Work Placement

So I am finally getting used to work placement at the care home, after fity-six hours. I came in, I already knew what everyone had for breakfast as they have the same thing anyway. Granted I still had to ask them what they wanted. Although, I finished four people in just under a few seconds. I'm managing my time effectively and getting through it okay. However, there is a downfall of today. Typical. The nurse spoke to me like a child. It fucked me off so I just flat out told him "I'm not an idiot." Just because I am only eighteen and I'm doing a college placement, it does not give him the right to talk to me like shit. I am a confident person and he has no right to treat me like some door mat. Plus, the sooner you tell people they are pricks, the quicker they will (hopefully) stop because they will realise you’re a person not to be crossed. I don't care if you are a cleaner or one of England's top surgeons, respect is earnt, not taken.

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