Stepping Stones for Living

I took a PT job at a local group home to divert myself from my daily routine and to serve the community in a better way.  I worked at this group home temporary as an on call.  I was only required to work 12 hours every 2 weeks.  The training was long and my car broke down (Rav 4) during training.  I bought a station wagon to tie me over thru training and the summer.  I worked in 4 group homes total as a basic floater.  All the houses except one were dirty and messy.  The ONA staff at one of the country house left globbed on pizza chunks on his pan and expected the day staff to wash it for him.  I found a closet in the basement with heaps of trashed out clothes.   Only a new college kid and I routinely did the dishes.  Of the sixteen group homes they had, no dishwashers were usable even though they receive an average of $100,000 in funding per client per year.  Stair railings were cracked and broken at two houses.  The recycler bin was full almost every time I worked and a female staff and I dragged it out.  The 3rd female staff at this house would yell at me for starting lunch early as she sat on her phone.  The very first day of training, two people sat on their phone for 6 out of 7 hours.  I was shown 2-3 things.  I finally found a house I liked to work at (even though) it was dirty.   It was in the woods past UMD and above Lakeside. There were no paper towels in the bathroom nor hand sanitizer during Covid.  Poops were left stuck in the toilet I had to unclean.  Loose garbage was on the floor.  A knife was left in soapy water, a large butcher knife.  Someone on a weekend shift stole lorazepam.  I only passed meds twice in 6 weeks.  I was distraught over the number of issues that happened.  My new job was starting to feel more like a chore, not fun, not a diversion but that I was a cleaning service to these places.  I met with the HR director about two weeks ago on June 10th.  I told her the way the houses were run, the lack of management presence and leadership and half ass approach to everything was starting to affect me including my faith in the company.  Less than a week later, a client who had no control over his life, became more erratic and put his peer and me in danger by his actions.  He continually borrowed money from his peer who had received a stimulus check.  I approached the management in a meeting and at that point, resigned.  I sent an email the day I resigned and one 2 days later as a recap.  the VP of Operations probably didn't digest or read any of my observations or suggestions on how to improve the company.  He was abrupt to me and insensitive on any type of follow up.   I am saddened on how my ability to commit even to the most difficult situations does not amount to anything but grief.  Yes, I got paid and I tried to right the wrongs of the houses I worked in...yet overall, if there is not collaboration with management on improving these situations one by one, I question the dedication and integrity of the company at the highest levels.  I was able to express my concerns to a different agency.  I had to do this because the VP refused to meet with me.  I had no choice.  This company severely let me down.  Please consider the future, if you want to work at this place, do you want to be a savior or punching bag.  You will probably be both.