I'm back to working on the bank robberies and deaths. That's right, it's business as usual. It sucks. In the past two days, we've done nearly 20 incidents. That's more than a lot. On one hand, it's nice to be busy; on another less idiotic hand, I miss doing nothing.
I bemoan my constant dissatisfaction. I hate taking messages because it's demeaning, but I hate doing anything else because it's work. I also hate hating. If I hate my hate, do I cease to exist? Nonexistence would be the easy solution, but alas, I probably wouldn't go for it. It's too convenient.
Really it's not that bad. Critical incident work is more enjoyable, and it makes me feel like I have more energy, and those are things I can appreciate. But it's hard to phrase my contentment in a witty way, so complaining is more fun.
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