03 May 2005
I work at a confidential location. That doesn't mean people don't know exactly where we are. I'm working some nights this month since we're a little short handed. I've already been told every horror story about every abuser that has ever shown up on site. So when a strange truck pulled up in front of the shelter at 9:30, just as we were getting ready to change shifts, everyone stopped what they were doing and held their breath. As most of you know, the only thing that scares me is going crazy, so I stood up and said, "Oh no sucker, I'm gonna show you how it's done in the Dirty South!" and headed for the door. But it was just someone looking for directions. No big deal. The 3 other ladies all looked at me with eyes wide and then laughed at my bravado. I told them I'm gonna request a baseball bat so I can keep it under the desk.