Friday, August 13, 2010

Scene 1, take 7

I feel like I was cast with a small bit role, a la Johnny Drama, in a Hollywood movie at work today.  The most surreal event of my career is unfolding.  Started yesterday and only got progressively weirder as today played out.  I can't talk about it at the moment, but I'll find a quiet hour or so in the future to write about the screenplay when I have the will to live again.

But this is what I learned today as a result of my role...

Called Niagara Regional Police only to be given the phone number for the Victim's Services Crisis Line, who then gave me the phone number for the Canadian Mental Health, who then gave me the phone number for the Crisis Nurse at the St. Catharines General Hospital, who then gave me the phone number for the Distress Line which was then busy busy busy every time I tried to call.  Bullet to the brain.  With this kind of system I'm surprised I don't have more suicide cases at work.

My head hurts.  I need alcohol.


  1. you need to talk? you can call me, i'll listen, and theres no busy signal for this counsellor. :)

  2. Hmmm, you might be able to give me advice. Send me your digits privately.

  3. you can always send me messages on FB too!!! I do loads of "advice writing" back and forth on FB...

  4. Sorry, it's just such a long story and I don't feel like typing it all out. Maybe later.