And So It Starts

Today was my first day working in the group home.
It was choatic. Absolutely.
And I loved it.

I was slapped. I was called a white bitch. Three kids were technically AWOL.
There was no structure. Very few rules. No consequences.
But there will be.

The kids learned very quickly that I'm not the newbie they expected me to be. I'm seasoned. And I'm not just here to be the next FM (facility manager, how they refer to their lead or primary staff); I'm here to turn things around.

I'm looking forward to restructuring the environment and working with the program specialist to write a new treatment curriculum for the home. Most of the current staff are being transferred to other homes and new ones are on their way. Lots of changes are being made, and I get to be right in the middle.
And so it starts.