I'm grumpy!

Today was yucky. I woke up 7 minutes before I had to leave for work. Luckily I showered last night. I couldn't really focus at the senior center again. My head was in the clouds probably goofing off which made me late for an reassessment, which made me annoyed with myself. Then I found out not long before we closed that we would not be receiving standard of living raises this year. This set me off on a silent rampage and I sent in an application for another job. I'm not even going to get into the injustice of the senior center. That would get me so heated I might throw my shoe at my laptop. I need out of that place. I love what I do but have come to hate doing it because, I get no satisfaction from it anymore.
I drove to Atlanta Bread in tears feeling guilty, discouraged, abandoned, and heart wrenched. If I was a cartoon, I'd be waiving that little white flag.
I didn't get to take a refreser nap between the jobs so I was dragging all night. The kids at Atlanta Bread need Jesus so badly it makes me want to cry. I was able to talk to "Moe" a bit tonight. He really must be lonely or crying out for attention. He confessed that he is bisexual, and hinted at his encounters with some guy last night. I was able to remain nonjudgemental and non threatening. I asked him about youth group and just as I expected but was disappointed to hear, he only goes for the socialization. He considers himself to be an anarchist. He believes in God, but hates organized religion. I am not a big fan of organized religion myself, so I told him to visit this website I heard about on the word fm, www.notreligion.org is what I think it is. I desperatly hope that I can somehow reach him and stir him into seeking out the truth. He is a good kid and I know that he could have a great life. But he so entertwined with the world that reality has been escaped in every possible way. He struggles with depression. He isn't taking meds anymore. He said he is happy, but I think it's a cover up. I can't possibly see how he can be happy when he's filling his life with things that cause emptiness and heartache.
Why had God waited over years to start letting these kids pour their lives out to me? Have I only just become someone who is easy to talk to, and why wasn't I before?
There's another new kid, he remained quiet all night long and then suddenly right after we closed he decides to start telling me about his teenage drama....another one with an innocent looking face....hardly innocent. The kid barely turned 16 and is helping young girls to cheat on their boyfriends with him. He makes himself out to sound quite like the typical Casanova. I struck him with some good observations to ponder orienting him with the future and how nice girls (decently innocent and pure), like the kind like he hopes to marry one day, are looking for nice guys, and asked him how could it be fair to expect a girl who waited until marriage for a guy who at least tried to do the same, when you clearly made no attempt, or something to that effect. (wow...what a run-on)
I feel like I have a mission there right now for time being, although I just have come to hate the customers and work involved, I might be able to impact some of these kids in a positive way.
Ok, no maybe I'm not that grumpy, althought I am extremely fatigued and it's hot and muggy and I stink of sweat from working with little to no air conditioning, I am more just melancholy, somber, or maudlin.
I know I need to make changes, but I'm not really sure where to start or what to change.
Have you ever analyzed so hard that you couldn't finish one thought before you devil advocated with another? Yeah that's the cat and mouse game that has been played in my head all day. Hopefully my sleep is sweet and refreshing.
Good night.