Work is my outlet for depression. I work in dietary at a rehab center and I love the patients. However the boss has decided she is burnt out her words and just doesn't have any interest in the place anymore so we have no leadership. I sometimes do not see her for weeks as I work evenings and she leaves early. There is now so much tension because the day shift is not doing their work and leaving it for the evening crew to do on top of the work we already have to do. We tried to discuss it with her over the phone as she is not there when we are she said flat out I don't care just do the job and quit complaining. Some one did go above her and all they got for it was they called her and she came in long enough to rake us over the coals for it and then gave us more work to do. Everyone is unhappy and now I dread what once made me happy. But I go to work and keep my mouth shut cause the patients have enough issues without unhappy people taking care of them. They deserve more and it was hard at my age to get work close to my home and I need the job financoially and emotionally however I will probably have to start looking elsewhere soon. I wish my husband was here it really would help to be able to talk to him!