There has to be a God...

Story time: So, yesterday at work I had two girls that were struggling with their emotions. I took the girls to the gym to give them a chance to work some steam off. One of the girls that was struggling decided to "just leave". I followed her and tried to do some teaching so that she wouldn't run. Luckily there were other girls around that I could tell to inform the other family teacher, but I was going to be on my own. The other family teacher had the other ten girls to worry about. So the girl that was "leaving" left the gym with me following behind her (I don't have a coat but yet a purse on my shoulder). A lot of time passes and a lot of teaching has occurred (with no such luck of changing the circumstances) and finally we have walked to one of the busiest streets in Logan. At this point in time my house manager has arrived and another family teacher that happened to be in that area of Logan are cornering us. The girl reacts and runs into the street (she had been threatening this the entire night). S***! I can't tell you the profanities that entered my mind at that point in time. So, what do I do....I have to run into the street to attempt to restrain her. The house phone falls out of my pocket and my purse goes flying and luckily lands in middle of the street. Here is where there has to be a God, because I had no time to look for on coming cars and the other family teachers had to do the same thing. Somehow we make it to the other side of the street, get our business done, put her in the van, and go home. When we arrived back to the house I saw what the phone looked like and it was demolished. We all hated that phone anyways. The rest of the night was still rough. I was soo emotionally drained by the end of the shift. I love my job, but I'm so glad I have today off to recuperate.



Not the actual phone, but R.I.P little phone.