Because you can't just leave someone there alone, the shift becomes an 18 hour one. Most of it is quiet waiting, trying to stay awake, wondering what's in the mind of the light sleepers up and down throughout the night. Some of it is dealing with an asshole who calls frequently to threaten your life with a Louisville slugger. It's a hotline, he figures, they have to pick up the phone and put up with my shit. I'm a little unhinged myself, friend, you're thinking. I just might enjoy making your acquaintance too. He's mentally ill, the ladies who work there say, and they let him give voice to this abuse on a regular basis with professional tolerance and personal disregard. He feeds on the tolerance.
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