38 year old woman with no social life gets a degree in social work and starts working in a homeless shelter.

This is a story about a 38 year old woman who moved to the big city to “make it big” and “live her best life.” She was a cheerleader in high school and didn’t get to attend college until she was in her late 30’s. This wasn’t because of money, but because she kept having kids.<br><br>This was the only thing in her life, her kids. She was too ugly for any man to consider dating her and worked multiple jobs in addition to raising her 3 kids and as a result, she had no social life. She had her kids and her work.<br><br>When her youngest child turned 18 and moved out, this was her chance to leave her crappy small town in the middle of nowhere and make the big move to the big city. She moved to the big city before enrolling in college, choosing an online degree so she could avoid campus life. <br><br>She had no friends in the city, heck she didn’t have any friends at all in real life. She didn’t know how to interact with people other than from her job and the occasional PTA meeting. She had no friends in school and didn’t speak any of the cute boys in class.<br><br>She got a degree in social work because she thought it would be a great way to “help people.” She didn’t know much about the homeless population other than they were in desperate need of help and it would be a very rewarding job to help them.<br><br>I mean, what’s not to like about alcoholic drug addicts who have nobody? It’s not like they are the cause of their own problems. Not one bit.<br><br>She got a job at a homeless shelter and on day one, she learned it is impossible to help these people. They all have an attitude, they all hate life, and they are all there to abuse the system. They are all lazy, they have no drive, no motivation, no chance to help themselves from their own poverty.<br><br>The woman couldn’t wait until the weekend, when she could be home alone away from all the “trash” (her words) she had to put up with from the homeless. <br><br><br><br>Over the next few weeks, she realized her job was to help these people, and help them she would! She promised herself that she would “do anything” to help them in their darkest hour. Little did she know, it would be her darkest hour instead.<br><br>She was taken advantage of by theft, by sexual assault, by mental breakdowns, by the sheer amount of paperwork required to keep the shelter running. All the while, the homeless people she was supposed to help didn’t want her help. They didn’t want to improve their lives, they didn’t want to find jobs, they didn’t want their lives to “get better.”<br><br>They wanted to be left alone. They didn’t want to be bothered. They didn’t want to be socialized.<br><br>Over the next few weeks, the woman went from being a nice woman who was always eager to please to a woman who looked like the walking dead. She would come to work with black eyes and bruises, she would look lifeless, she would barely say anything to her coworkers but always tell them that she was “fine.” <br><br>The woman was not fine, but she put on the facade that she was fine. She wanted to keep her job at the shelter because she couldn’t go back to her old, mundane, crappy life.<br><br>One day, the woman snapped. She snapped at everyone. Whenever a resident would ask her for something, she would snap at them. Whenever a coworker asked her to do something, she would snap at them. Whenever a manager asked her to come to their office, she would snap at them.<br><br>The woman was becoming the poster child for why women don’t belong in the workplace.<br><br>In her final act working at the homeless shelter, one of the residents came up to her and said “You know, I’ve been watching you. Since the first day you got here, I’ve been watching you. I can read people, and I can tell that you are not meant for this job. Why don’t you give it up and go back to your old life? You won’t be missed.”<br><br>“Yes I will, I’ve found my purpose here. Helping these people in their darkest time is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. I’m not going anywhere.” <br><br>“Good. I couldn’t imagine going back to my old life. This is my purpose, my duty. I have accepted it.” <br><br>“I’m happy to hear that. I have no desire to go back to my old life. It was shit. I was shit. It was a pointless life. It’s better here.”<br><br>“Do you always make people cry at work?” A coworker said, walking by. <br><br>“Yes. I don’t like this woman. I’ve been watching her and I can tell she’s better off dead. You know it, I know it, the residents know it. She needs to be shot in the head.”<br><br>Two weeks later, police found the body of the woman in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. Strangulation and blunt force trauma to the head and spinal cord. <br><br>The only suspect was the woman who “made her cry at work,” who coincidentally, had a degree in criminology and understood how to vanish without a trace from the police.