My job requires me to deal with all types of people. The good, the bad, the ugly, all of them and more. Dealing with rude, know-it-all parents and their clones they call offspring is the nature of the beast. It comes with my job, so therefore I have to learn to be all things at once. A therapist, a maintenance technician, a bookkeeper, a mediator, and a diplomat. It’s easier than it sounds most of the time, but recently there are some issues in that I’ve been having difficulties maintaining my composure. The biggest issue I’ve been dealing with are the residents who don’t get exactly what they want. More specifically, I have almost lost my patience in dealing with the parents of the residents who don’t get exactly what they want. I find that I harbor a deep resentment toward these residents, mainly because I haven’t called on mommy and daddy to handle my problems in years. All of the residents are 18 or older and have long since been old enough to handle the bumps that come their way all on their lonesome. So, kiddos, please do the world a favor and cut the cord. Be mature enough to take care of your issues on your own.