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At least the dream world was kinder to me last night than lately. In this strange dream world I lived up on the east coast somewhere. I dated a half japanese girl, and a boy from Canada. There was a big lake, and we rented boats, and there was an ampitheater full of enormous leather bound books with elaborate illustrations. This time I woke up content and rested. It's a nice change from the unsettling dreams.

I never stop loving The Professional with Reno and Oldman. This is one of the greatest movies I have ever seen.

damnation

I'm quite peeved that my lovely morning was trounced by the absolute idiots on the phone. I have lost all motivation to be dealing with humans today. Note to the people calling my hotline: We are Protective Services, not the damned morality police. If you are some nosey biddy with nothing better to do that spy on your neighbors, pass judgement and complain about your prostate problems while accusing me of being a heartless cog in the government machine, then I highly suggest you go fuck yourself with a wooden spoon. That was fourty minutes of my life wasted when I could have been doing something to help people with real problems.

work kvetching

Normally I don't sweat too much over callers who won't identify themselves. I'm more annoyed by people who are idiots. But today seems to be full of anonymous callers who have a moral problem with people more than any problem of abuse or neglect. It's frustrating. I also dealt with a big cock up where other programs can't keep their work straight and made me unnecessarily re-enter two cases. I've taken a lot of breaks today, mostly to keep from throwing things. My work computer also decided to spontaneously die twice as well. One time it cost me an almost complete case narrative. I've just decided today was not meant to be functional. I'm giving up on dealing with people, and switching to faxes and mailed reports. That should cut down on the insanity.