I enjoy coming home in the evenings after a long day of stress. My pool calls to me invitingly but I resisted today and as soon as I had changed into a tank and shorts I rushed to my computer and pulled up my blog site. I am having a terrible time getting my profile to save. Maybe later I’ll read the directions.
I did go back and pull up my story and counted how many chapters I have completed. So far I have 14 and I managed to get in 2 paragraphs on Chapter 15. Tonight I am hoping to complete it. My husband is working late tonight and the only distractions I have are my girls. One wants homework help and the other wants me to taste her cooking, which turned out quite well. Dinner was very good. I keep getting the urge to log into WOW but so far I am winning the battle. My character is going into work and I have to describe a confrontation with another employee and I am having a hard time with it. Not so much the confrontation itself but working up to the moment of impact. I love it when a scene finally works itself out and I find that I can’t type near as fast as I thought I could.
Well since I can’t get my profile to load I’ll give a brief synopsis of my life up till now. I was born and raised in the South Eastern USA living most of that time in Florida. I love the ocean and can not imaging living any where else. I moved around a lot as a child but finally settled in my home town when I was 16 and I have made a good life for myself. I met and married a wonderful man. We are currently raising our 3 wonderful children. He is in law enforcement. I went to college for my nursing degree only to flunk out. I always thought I would do well in a position where I could help people so when I flunked out of college I ended up at our local 911 Center and have worked there for 13 years. I have helped quite a few people but mostly I have listened to a lot of bull shit.
Right now “burn out” would be the word used to describe my attitude towards work. The title to my blog is actually a good description of what I do now. I had an elderly lady call several days ago crying hysterically because her water heater broke. She describe her plight to me in between sobs. I in my infinite wisdom told the woman “Ma’m It’s just water”. I had the raise my voice because she was hard of hearing so everyone in the center heard me and now my fellow employees rag on me every chance they get. It’s just water has become another one of a short collection witty come backs. Several months ago it was “step away from the cousin”. I tell that story another day. Or my favorite and most often mimicked “Listen to me!” I don’t know why I didn’t get reprimanded for that one.
Long story short I had to send out a police officer to calm her down. She was 80 years old and I did not want her to fall out (pass out, have heart attack, ect.) on my shift. Needless to say the officer responded and told her to call a plumber which is what I told her to do. Tax payer’s money in action, this is just typical of what my job has become and I wonder why I loath people sometimes. Well enough for tonight I really need to work on my story.
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