Almost everyday she would come home, the conversation would go:
Me: how was your day?
Her: don't f***ing ask, I f***ing hate f***ing people.
Me: don't swear so much, it's not nice coming from a young girl.
Her: I don't f***ing care, I f***ing hate, etc, etc.
Man, she would just be on fire some days, I'm glad she doesn't work in the area anymore, even though she was doing a lot of good, it just burned her up inside. Now she comes home, I ask and she says not too bad and mostly on a positive note.