Those of you who have read my profile - or actually know me in person - know that I am a 911/Police/Fire dispatcher by profession - artist by soulfession.
I just went back to my profession after a 28-day vacation.
I was "done" day one.
After 3 hours in the Center I was cussing like a drunken sailor.
"What the f%*k is he doing?"
"Are you f%*@#ng kidding me!"
"Why are f%*@#n' people so f%*@#n' stupid!"
"Oh my f%*@#n' Buddha!"....
I'm not proud.
I read somewhere recently that cussing relieves stress.
I'm sorry --- you can't have a man pull a gun on a bartender because said bartender refuses to serve him another drink...
have your partner listen to a man in his thirties take his last breath on the phone...
send officers to search the city for someone with a knife threatening to kill himself...
then take a 911 call from a dumbass who saw a deer walk across a street...
and not let out a few "fucks".
I wish I could say we handle more emergencies then stupid shit.
"Someone knocked on my door. I don't know them."
"I saw two glowing eyes under a car. It's too big to be a cat. I think it is a fox."
"The kids across the street are playing basketball. Could you have an officer tell them to stop? The thumping is driving me crazy."
"I lost my grocery receipt."
These a but a few samples from THIS PAST 4 DAYS!
No. I am not kidding.
I spend my nights talking to my co-workers about our "Sons of Anarchy", "Glee", "Mad Men", "So You Think You Can Dance", "Fringe", and "Big Brother" addictions, doodling in my moleskine when there is peace on my part of Earth and talking to stupid people.
I get paid for the two times a night I actually save someone's ass.
It is my belief that if the whole shift was full of life saving, my stress level would be good.
It's the stupid that is stressful.
(Today's doodles courtesy of peace on Earth in the wee hours of the morning and my blessed lunch break - when I get one! "Cotton Club" is layered in Photoshop over Nasos3's Texture 72 for Flickr's Textures 4 Layers group.)
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