Forming an Alliance

Over the last few months, I’ve been in bliss. New Job, new environment, more money, and more of a busy schedule.  I just love it. I’ve been happy until yesterday.
Let me back track.
I left school in 2011 because I was in a financial hole. Before I left, I told myself that in order for my degree to work for me once I go back; I needed to find employment in my field. That I did. I started working for a non- profit agency for adults with developmental disabilities. The pay wasn’t shit BUT, I feel in love with the individuals I had the pleasure of working for. I genuinely loved my job until I was promoted. The position that I was promoted to was close to being a supervisor. So the responsibility was doubled. I had to work hand in hand with a nurse that hated me. Why? Because I was young, knowledgeable, and from time to time I would correct her on her mistakes. Sorry, but the woman I took care of, lives were at risk if I didn’t.  And if you still don’t understand what I’m saying, if your child was given the wrong medication by a provider wouldn’t you be pissed too? Okay, were on the same page now.
I Quit. It was one of the most bittersweet experiences because of the attachment that I had with the woman I took care of. It’s so real; I still call each and every one of them on their birthdays. My mind won’t let me forget. I love them.
I did find a new job before I quit the last one.  I had no idea what I was getting into but I was warned numerous times before that the people there are RATCHET. Shall I define? We’re all up to date on that term. Anyhow, the third day into the job, and I was miserable. I actually hated it. And it was still the same field. No one spoke to me, they had cliques, no good mornings, and this one woman kept attacking me. But, because they sensed that I knew the bosses, everyone wanted my demise. I don’t understand. If I know the boss, get on my team, we can grow together.  Nope. They complained to her about everything. Needless to continue because I quit that shit as soon as I found another job. It was 7 months too long and I struggled with the terrible pay.
Now I’m here at a new job, social services, but a different sector, homeless services. I love education. Nothing is more important to me than growth. If you’re not growing, we don’t need to be around each other. I’m just being honest.
I get to the job, I get my foot in, and I start working. I’m meeting my clients, moving people out into homes, I like the job. I wake up okay, I know I have an agenda, and I know I’m changing someone’s life. But until yesterday, this one woman, who happens to be working in the field for 11 years, is after me in more ways than one. I barely speak to her because of my busy schedule and trying to meet the department’s quota, being that we lost $80,000 as a department; um a raise would be nice if we can change our projections. But that’s not the case with her. I steal clients, I don’t do my work, I’m disrespectful to my supervisor, I’m unprofessional because I put my headphones on (that my boss approves) when I’m completing a two hour application online. What the hell! She set an alliance against me in the department telling everyone I’m a thief that can’t be trust. Really? This woman is 60 years old. What the hell! I do a job that everyone else applauds me on but this woman. There goes someone else after my demise.
I know that no matter where I go there will be people that don’t want to see you grow. L But damn! I can’t deal. You can feel the negativity. Everyone is for themselves and I hate that. I’m so team orientated. So being in an environment with this negativity drains me. I feel myself hating my job.
Ever been in this situation, how did you handle it? 
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