Don't tell me! I'm not on call!
July 20, 2002 3:15 a.m.
How do I let myself get sucked into weekend shifts? Never mind. I walked right into this one. It's a fair trade. My night for hers.Wanda was busy. All my residents are chilled and wanting more blankets. I go to the storage room and what do I find. No more blankets. I tell them sorry... no luck. They leave cold and unhappy. This is only the beginning.
A crew of them is going out to SOMEWHERE. This requires of course several hours of preparation. I felt like the kill-joy when I had to enforce the rules... no off campus visitors after midnight. So the entourage waited impatiently in the humid night air for my little columbian girls to do their makeup.
The crowning glory of the night was the posessed toilet. Personally, I just think it was Wanda having some fun. But since we aren't allowed to tell the residents about Wanda (our supervisor says that some cultures have weird taboos about ghosts) I just had to go along with the line of "OH... it must be because of the work the water company did the other day." Yeah... that makes an industrial toilet flush continuously for two hours. I proceeded to call security and for the next hour and a half, I sat at my little front desk watching them come back with a progressively larger entourage of guards and larger tools. As I did my rounds at 2am, they informed me that they were waiting for more instructions. At about 2:30, they called me to tell me that they had called a plumber and he would be there in an hour. My response? "Don't tell me! I'm not on call!"
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