Melbourne

The old LT messaged me to see if I wanted to go for brunch today which was really really good. We had a nice egg Benny served on a potato cake type thing (like a potato cake, but closer to the dimensions of a small cake than a frisbee, no clue what the hell it's called). We had a long conversation about things with the new kid, and he said he'd come past over the weekend and had a conversation with the new kid and came to the conclusion that he's an alright kid, just bored and uncomfortable. Which I can understand, I mean they moved him in with nobody to talk to pretty much. That doesn't sound that bad, but when you're coming from intensive 24/7 care with somebody to talk to at any time of day and every day of the week, it is difficult. I'm still struggling to cope with all the changes, and honestly am really resenting my organisation at the moment. They and child protection colossally fucked this up and I actually think the other kid has been fucked over as well as me.

Apparently I'm not the only one, the old LT wrote an angry letter to the CEO of the org who referred him to the operations manager, who apparently took him quite seriously (he has access to a lot more info and operational procedures than I do, so was able to base his complaint on actual operational failings, and areas where they've failed to comply with certain service requirements, so they're probably in arse covering mode)