Spooky Events at an Old Outpatient Mental Health Facility
Five years ago, I worked at a Mental Health outpatient facility. I remember being excited when I got the call that the position was offered to me. By then I was in college going for my B. A in psychology and raising my son, so my plate was full. I also lived in my studio apartment and was desperate to make more money for the rent.
On my first day at the job, I met my boss the director of the program. She asked me a series of questions and made presumptions of me that were offensive. She said oh so you are in school studying psychology and you use to work at Congreso as an educator? I said yes, and she said “I guess that explains why you got this position then.” I should have seen her odd serious behavior as a red flag, but instead, I saw this as her testing me. I smiled and answered all her questions. She said I will fully start tomorrow.
So, the next day I met my new coworker, she was short and cold with me. She kept on writing her case management notes while I asked her questions and she had me do one of the notes, so Id learn. I was given a caseload of 60 participants and all were of Hispanic and Latino descent. The secretary would always smirk and shake her head when she saw me walk past her desk, it was almost like she knew something, and she and my coworker would chit-chat and gossip anytime the director left. My…
