i have the worst luck ever!
sooo here's how my night at work went:
with-in my 1st 15 min there (3:15) i had a BAD CPI (crisis prevention intervention) which we finially got control over at about 4:00 with a control room. it ended in Kayla & I pressing assault charges against a 14 year old girl...
basically this 'client' was pissed because she yelled at Kayla (staff) and told her she was an "fucking liar", therefore kayla extended her on social restriction (an isolation type punishment she was already serving due to someother defiant act from the day before), well 'said client' didnt like that so she decided that she would throw the desk she was sitting in AT ME! so i had my back to her and all the sudden this desk is flying litterally 2 inches from my head, nearly killing me! no joke! so we made all the other kids go into a room with one of the staff so kayla and i could stay out to try to talk this girl down, and get her calm. well while the other kids ran out of the room and into the classroom, this client barricaded herself in the coat/kitten closet with her feet against the wall and her back to the door (of course the door only opens IN so we couldnt get in to get her out!) well with kayla and my adrenaline pumping, we are trying to force the door open, and we hear a crash from inside, this girl had taken the cats ceramic food/water bowl and thrown it against the floor breaking it, she then proceeds to take the pointed glass peices and try to cut our hands/arms/legs as we try to get them into the door to force it open.... then she begins cutting herself. i broke my shoe trying to get the door open, and we eventually get the door open and kalya takes the broken bowl away from her and we drag her out all the while she is kicking, crying and screaming, well on her way out she grabbed another piece of the bowl and luckly i saw it and grabbed her by the wrist as we pinned her down on her stomach on the ground because she was going to use it against us! so i pry it out of her hand and all the sudden she stops breathing and her eyes roll back in her head.... well we think we just killed her so we freak out, but i guess she had just hyperventilated and in a split second she began crying again.... so we finally after more kicking, we get her calm and get her up, and get her into our control room (locked room basically a jail cell with a window in the metal door) .... meanwhile kayla and i look around and realize that we are both bleeding, she had cut both kayla and i with the piece s of the bowl, and my knee is throbbing... really bad, so we have to call the cops and press charges! so the cop comes takes pics of the cut on my hand, and my bruised and swollen knee, and kayla's cut on her hand and the gash down her arm..... by the time the cop left it was almost 6:45!
needless to say i no longer have my favorite black clogs (one of them is now in 3 pieces) and my knee is swollen and already has a NASTY 4 inch bruise on it! ... yeah i still have no clue what happended to my knee, if i sprained it trying to get the door open, if she kicked me hard enuf or if my knee was slammed in the door... ???... we will see if i can walk tomorrow... oh and since she kicked me numerious times all over my body so i'm pretty sure i will have a TON more bruises show up tomorrow morning .... yeah .... not the greatest work night of my career! kayla said its the worst control room she has had in her 4 years working there, why oh why did i have to be involved--- oh yeah thats right because i have the worst luck ever!
i'm hoping that nothing bad happened to my knee or anything else, i'm sure i will be sore ALL over tomorrow, but i dont want my knee to be sprained.... its the same knee that bothered me this past fall and winter when i was working 60+ hours a week on my feet the whole time...
tomorrow is sunday meaning i will be going to church and then work @ CFTC again! SCARY! i'm glad im not the only female on staff tomorrow night in case we have a repeat with this girl....
wish me some GOOD luck because as you can see I NEED IT!

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