live from the storm
May. 5th, 2006 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireAt home, watching Live From Baghdad which has to be one of those most interesting films I've seen about the first Gulf War and CNN. It's a devastating film, and I highly recommend it to anyone who remembers watching the night vision footage and the green explosions in the sky.
Work was something else this week. It was crazy busy, after a couple weeks of relative quiet. Hundreds of online reports coming in, phone lines stacked up 45 minutes deep, and I heard that at 3am the wait time was over an hour. One after another, they kept coming in. I think this job works for me so well because when thinks are happening, it's non-stop crisis management. You have to triage, and you have to just keep going.
This week, I talked to a teacher who just burst into tears while giving me the names of the kids. I think at that moment she realized exactly what she was reporting, how ugly and awful it was. Another teacher told me how she had to send a note home because the kid had behavior problems at school. Her voice got so small and quiet that I stopped what I was doing to just sit there and say "M'am, you know this wasn't your fault." It was perhaps one of the saddest things I've heard on the phone, the way her voice dropped and trembled slightly when she told me why that five year old boy had bruises all over.
It makes it hard sometimes.
Tyler yelled at the pizza people twice, because they screwed up his pizza and then took fourty five minutes to deliver the replacement pizza. Ergh. He's sick, and that makes him exceptionally cranky.
All I want to do is sit here on the sofa and drink vodka with limeade until it's time for bed.
Work was something else this week. It was crazy busy, after a couple weeks of relative quiet. Hundreds of online reports coming in, phone lines stacked up 45 minutes deep, and I heard that at 3am the wait time was over an hour. One after another, they kept coming in. I think this job works for me so well because when thinks are happening, it's non-stop crisis management. You have to triage, and you have to just keep going.
This week, I talked to a teacher who just burst into tears while giving me the names of the kids. I think at that moment she realized exactly what she was reporting, how ugly and awful it was. Another teacher told me how she had to send a note home because the kid had behavior problems at school. Her voice got so small and quiet that I stopped what I was doing to just sit there and say "M'am, you know this wasn't your fault." It was perhaps one of the saddest things I've heard on the phone, the way her voice dropped and trembled slightly when she told me why that five year old boy had bruises all over.
It makes it hard sometimes.
Tyler yelled at the pizza people twice, because they screwed up his pizza and then took fourty five minutes to deliver the replacement pizza. Ergh. He's sick, and that makes him exceptionally cranky.
All I want to do is sit here on the sofa and drink vodka with limeade until it's time for bed.