Working holidays is an exercise in frustration. I can only be glad I'm no longer in retail, and I don't have to put up with that sort of nonsense. But here, there are only too brief stretches of bored quiet punctuated by callers with special and aggravating needs. The people in the state facilities for the insane and mentally retarded like to call on days like this, because they get through. Normally, they get bored with the hold time and hang up. One guy from Rusk has already called close to twenty times in the past three hours. I had some weird person call to ask if the Abuse hotline was going to help him find a job. Angry parents and harried hospital social workers also call. I have four more hours, because the schedule in its cruelty put me down for a ten hour shift. I really don't know why, and I'm sincerely hacked off about.
All I can hope for is Saturday.
All I can hope for is Saturday.