This was without a doubt one of the worst nights that I've had recently.
We had a 21 year old guy die of a self-inflicted gunshot; and an 18 year old girl was killed in a wreck that we got two of the other victims from. She was pronounced dead at the scene, so she didn't come in, but her parents did, to see the survivors. Tore my heart out, dammit.
Repeating a joke from diary-l recently: A new guy in the office introduced himself to his new co-workers; one guy shook his hand and said, " Hi Joe! Glad to meet you. Where you from?"
Joe replied, "A place where they don't end sentences with propositions."
The other guy said, "OK, let me rephrase that: Where you from, asshole?"
Anyway, I ran from the time I got there until the time I left at 07:45. Did about six CTs is all, but lotsa other stuff. Lots and lots of other stuff.
I did get a good sleep yesterday, so that helped some.
One other really bad thing... last night they had clam chowder in the cafeteria, and an excellent baked cod entre... and I didn't get a chance to get up there. That really hurt.
So that's it. I need ten hours today before I go back and do it again...
