Abandon ship!

Man, the callers are making me earn this retirement. I don't know who was worse: the woman who refused to tell me what sort of help she needed (including asking repeatedly if she needed 911) until she yelled, "WELL, THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME DIE!" and hanging up, or the woman with an apparent Reality Control Problem who wanted to complain about the previous operator who allegedly told her that if she didn't stop trying to call her doctor's office, the phone company was going to kill her daughter. Uh-huh. Operators are funny like that. Y'know, the part where we work toward making people more dead.

Still, it can always get worse: coworker Elizabeth was overheard yelling, "Well, I'm having tuna fish, ma'am. I have no idea what you're having." Four more working days. *sigh*

And my right arm is killing me for reasons unknown. Yay.