My job is unique, because it offers me the opportunity to talk to a lot of different people, in a lot of different situations....in a lot of different states of mind. Tonight, I made a call at 5:37. After five rings, a young male answered, mid twenties, early thirties, I'd guess. He didn't say hello so much as groan into the phone. I explained who I was, and as soon as I got into the part where it was revealed that i was doing a study, he started to moan/yell "Shit, No, NO, no" and then he threw the phone. It crashed, and I heard him from a distance, screaming and sobbing "Shit, I can't take it anymore, I can't I can't."
I really hope he's ok. I talk to terminal cancer patients, poor immigrants, and once an old lady who really believed I was her daughter. I've worked at ISR for a month.
That said, it wasn't a bad shift. Meags is up, so we'll be fooding and beveraging shortly. Womens studies tomorrow: is socialism the way to kill patriarchy?
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