I turned on my phone this morning before making coffee. A regular called me before I had even brushed my hair. I felt annoyed but he’s a good client. I took the call.
He’s a drunk who rambles for hours. I’ve had breakfast, lunch and dinner while talking to him.
And I’m tired. So so tired. Times like this make me think being a PSO is such a paradox. Sometime it’s the easiest work and sometimes it’s the hardest work.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 10:03 PM CST