There are days…

I try very hard not to state specifically what my job entails and that is hard. I work in a public servant job in a government agency. Most of the time I enjoy what I do but there are days where I smack myself for not having gone to medical assistant school or a similar field. Dealing with people in the role that I deal with them can be very disheartening. As much as I want to believe people are all decent and trying to live good lives there are days where it is just impossible to think this way. Some days I come home and wonder if there is anyone left in country that is has good moral judgment? I wonder sometimes how people stay in a job like mine for 20-30 years and have any compassion left for people? Thankfully, this is not how I feel each and every day but today was an especially tough one. It took every once of patience I had not to scream at a couple of the people that I had to deal with. They are the type of people who accept absolutely no responsibility for their own well being and see it as the role of the government to provide for all of their needs. They could not understand why it was necessary for them to meet certain deadlines for filing paperwork in order to receive the services they were seeking. Somehow it was my fault that they elected not to turn the paperwork in on a timely manner.