Strangely enough, we're not idiots. Or children. You want me to go back and count just how many times you've posted "you have to come to a therapy session or lose your job" since you got here? I'm doing statistics I could even do a little chart for you.
So yeah, informing us, like you did when you first turned up, that we had to go see you or our jobs were at risk was fair enough. You giving us fair warning and you would have satisfied the requirements of your job. Anyone who chose to not go after that would have to wear whatever happened after that. Because that's what grownups do. They take responsibility for what happens as a result of what they choose and fuck knows I've had that hammered into my head the past six months.
So for every time you repeat what we already know makes it just that little bit harder for us to trust you. Like I said, we don't know you. What we do know of you is what we've seen on the journals and around the office. And that's been "come to your sessions or get fired" umpteen dozen times. We get it already.
And no, I don't know where your flat is. Somewhere on the third floor? Because I have to admit, I figured the bollocking about having issues with something that's a part of my job would have to have been an office thing.
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Date: 2006-07-01 01:35 am (UTC)So yeah, informing us, like you did when you first turned up, that we had to go see you or our jobs were at risk was fair enough. You giving us fair warning and you would have satisfied the requirements of your job. Anyone who chose to not go after that would have to wear whatever happened after that. Because that's what grownups do. They take responsibility for what happens as a result of what they choose and fuck knows I've had that hammered into my head the past six months.
So for every time you repeat what we already know makes it just that little bit harder for us to trust you. Like I said, we don't know you. What we do know of you is what we've seen on the journals and around the office. And that's been "come to your sessions or get fired" umpteen dozen times. We get it already.
And no, I don't know where your flat is. Somewhere on the third floor? Because I have to admit, I figured the bollocking about having issues with something that's a part of my job would have to have been an office thing.