jianantonic | (no subject)

Bridge was fun. Mom fucked up a couple of times, but I held my own. We finished second. .69 masterpoints. Heck yeah!

My shoulder still hurts like hell, so I'm going to sleep on a heating pad and take too much medicine, probably.

That reminds me of a conversation I had with a guest while on switchboard yesterday.

Me: Thank you for calling Massanutten Resort, this is Meg, how may I direct your call?
Dude: I have this bill saying I owe $600 but I thought I paid and I'm trying to buy a house and...
Me: I'm sorry, you'll have to talk to the property owners' association to clear that up, and they closed at 5.
Dude: Awww man, can't you help me?
Me: No, I don't have access to the information you need.
Dude: But I'm trying to get this taken care of and I'm like really depressed. I figured since you answered the phone you could talk to me.
Me: No, my job is just to connect you with the people who can talk to you. Unfortunately, you're an hour late.
Dude: But I'm depressed. I really need to talk. I might commit suicide or something.
Me: What?
Dude: I'm just playing with you.
Me: That's not funny.
Dude: (laughing) Oh, come on.
Me: Fu- (realizes I'd get fired for saying what I wanted to say) It's not funny. (Hangs up)

Stupid jackass. You don't joke about that shit, because you never know when the person you're joking with has dealt with suicide too many times in her life. Turns out, I am one of those people who is all too familiar with the wretched realities of suicide and suicide attempts. Every person - and I mean every last one of us - on my dad's side of the family has bipolar disorder. Anyway we're all fine. It's just that it hasn't always been that way and I care not to go into it with some clown on the phone. I felt good after hanging up on him. I hope he was really embarassed. But he probably didn't think twice. Oh well, in my little world, he was so humbled by my hanging up on him that he turned his life around and became a suicide activist - and by that I don't mean someone who helps the cause of suicides. You know what I mean, right? Right. Anyway;)

Time for bed, and a heating pad. Yay.

Peace.