i kick down doors, smash the windows, let the light in on the charade i work within. negligent staff getting away with murder in the government department i work at, ripping off clients, i hate it and speak out. i am told by various managers they don't care, can't stop it, that i am a trouble maker. i am fucking pushed and shoved up against a wall and in an insane bureaucracy where frank and george could only write about i live it. the fucking policy's, the moronic training, the lectures and management-speak harmony days, respect in the workplace, equality, inclusion, rights, dignity and at the end of the day the they can't fucking understand it themselves, their own policy. they don't want you bringing it up, talking about it, notifications are ignored and i am made to feel like i am the one who is wrong.
'don't write messages in the communication book'
'why, that's what it's for?'
'it's picking on one single person?'
'no, it holds them accountable.'
'that's not your job.'
'yes it is actually, it became my job when you no longer have the competency to do yours.'
i write a scathing letter to the head honcho demanding and accusatory. 
the next day i get a phone call to appear before the management, senior people who have lied to me before. 
i walk in, my first words are, i've got very low expectations.'
they actually let me speak. i tell my tale, missing out some bits, ramble on, babble on, but it does come out. they admit the situation is serious. they say they will investigate and support me. there's a lot unsaid but i leave feeling like i did my best.
let's see what occurs in light of the information they have, lets see if clients actually do have rights and the opportunity for a safe environment and not to be exploited by the usual bullies and thugs this dept. seems to enable and support more than the people in their care.