So as most of you know, I work at a youth shelter.
Part of my responsibility as shelter staff is to share in the on-call rotation. For the most part it’s not really that bad. This week, however (and the weekend in more concentrated form), was a total nightmare. It was non-stop, and so naturally by this morning, I was just about elated to be passing off the phone.
Why, you ask, did you title your blogpost “catharsis” then? I will tell you. Because last night, I had the most fantastic dream about taking a hammer to the on-call phone. It was kind of like Office Space except somehow even better, because though our fax machine/printer really doesn’t like to cooperate much of the time, it doesn’t follow me home at night like the dreaded phone. I smashed that phone into oblivion, and afterward I had a drink to celebrate.
And then at 7:00am, I awoke to the sound of a phone ringing. Endorphin rush suspended, I went back to the unfortunate reality that the on-call phone was in fact, alive and well.