Drives me a bit batty

When there are things I can't control
Doors locked, roaming cats do paw
the distant scratches without purpose
I stretch, yawn and wait
wait it out as I always have,
action often enables
often criples
I've done nothing
perhaps I should have
so many should haves
regret none
tastes like bitter cough drops
searing my mouth, good, bad, numb

I walk away

Thoughts, Rumors, and Drama.

I don't know how to begin this really. I can say that this week has been rather interesting in that nothing really went as it should or as planned. I know that my team and I could have done a better job all around. We aren't used to working together, and learning to deal with each others style has been quite a task. I didn't fancy not knowing everything before I got here, I do like challenges, in fact I bloody thrive from them. Hero's aren't made from rinsing lathering and repeating. I think that everything has been going rather well considering our (my) whomever few mess ups. We adapt to situations, overcome them and then complete the mission. Our mission is to make our students happy, then staff, then program leadership. We are often the last to sleep (if we get to) last to eat (when there's a chance) and we deal with the most random of situations.

Program has always been filled with rumor. So and so did this or that or they hear this one time with this one thing with this one pig, I don't bloody know. I do hate when I hear whispers of something from people who don't approach. I feel as though our stereotype exercise fell on deaf ears. Why would they not fancy hearing the truth? Why won't those who seem to have more information wish not to impart it unto me? Oh well, let them talk. I have heard for the past few years how bad of a person, how strange, that I do this or that. I wish one of these damned people would just walk up to me, say hey kris and then ask me. "is it true?" I heard whispers today, saw the looks and was wondering what people had to say.
The drama continues, there is a division amongst the facilitators and the staff, I'll chalk it up to age miscommunication. Blah, I'm done and I feel like a part of me is ready to give up.
Cheers