Current Date: June 29, 2024
Character: Shadei Morgan
Race: Human
Age: 36
Current residence: Prescott, Arizona
I don’t understand people who seem to love their little pity parties. As someone with severe PTSD, though it is now being handled in a better way than when I first came back, the last thing I want from anyone is pity. I know that it’s not because I have PTSD that I don’t care for the idea of pity parties, I think that even before I went off overseas while I was enlisted, I wanted nothing to do with that.
I mean, what’s the point? Woe is me, please pat me on the back and tell me it’s not so bad but I’m still going to tack on some more woe is me because I need to indulge in being sorry for myself. Maybe it’s just the way I was raised, maybe it’s something else.
There haven’t been all that many people I’ve met in my life, especially since coming back home, who seemed to allow themselves to fall into the whole thing of feeling sorry for themselves and all. Maybe I’ve just been lucky. I don’t know what else it could really be.
We had one hire last summer—not quite an intern, though it wasn’t far from, and they were being paid to work with us—who had themselves a pity party at least once a week. When it was time to review their summer with us and they asked us if they could come back the following year, we told them it depended on our government grants. That wasn’t a full truth but, also, not a lie.
We didn’t hire them again this summer.
Dirt under their fingernails? Woe is them. What will they ever do? This was a slightly messy job, they were helping in the enclosures though always while supervised.
Couldn’t get one of the big cats to do what they were asking? Woe is them, the big cats hate them and they’ll never get the animal’s love. Those animals weren’t around for them to go gaga over. They were, and still are with us because we’re a sanctuary. We’re here to give these animals a second chance at life and we release the ones we manage to rehab to the best of our abilities.
At one point, near the end of the summer, the not-quite-intern was telling the person they’d been paired with for the summer—a sweet young woman who’s been with us for a couple of years at that point—that she shouldn’t have been listening to what they—the intern—had to say. Their ideas were always terrible. We didn’t witness that one ourselves, but it was on the camera feed and Serafina handled the situation with grace.
I wish I could understand what goes through the mind of particular people, I really do. Not that I think it would do me a whole lot of good.
Now, other than the pity party they had going on, the intern wasn’t a bad person. They were a fairly hard worker, but even with guests around, they would say things that seemed to come right out of left field and that the guests didn’t really need to hear. It didn’t look great for us in a general sense and made it seem as though we weren’t treating said not-quite intern right.
Unlike with some of the other summer programs we’ve worked with, this particular soul came up to us out of the blue. We’d posted the offer for the open job on a few different sites because we hadn’t had any contact with the usual programs at that point. It made me think that they hadn’t had anyone register for anything that would have been helpful for us, in the long run. So, by the end, there was no one for me to reach out to, to fill in a sort of report card.
The programs seem to appreciate being able to know whether or not the people to send out to places like ours—and other places, I’m sure—are fit for the jobs. We hadn’t really had issues with interns from programs before but seeing as this one had come to us due to the open job offer, I suppose it’s just one of those things.
They weren’t the first candidate we’d seen or spoken to, either. We’d had a handful and yet, during the interview process, they were the one who seemed to best fit what we needed. Mostly due to their student status. We weren’t looking to fill a full-time spot, this was just a summer job with no chances of longer-term sticking around. At least, not unless someone walked out or retired but that hasn’t happened in the years since we’ve turned the sanctuary into what it is and our oldest worker is only in his early fifties, so not quite ready to retire just quite yet.
I don’t know that we’re going to hire someone for this summer, I still need to talk to Shaile about it.