It's been a damn stressful few days - fairly inevitable, as we're on lates around payday - and I'm really feeling it.
I don't mind being busy. I'd rather be busy than bored. The problem with busy, though, is that if we're busy everyone's busy, and everyone's expectations of everyone else will rise, everyone's stressed.and tempers fray. Add in the fact that we're all human and several of my colleagues have got problems at home just now and you've got a recipe for some snappy words. Plus most of our supervisors are on leave so we're working for strangers who work a bit differently from what we're used to...
So, a precis of what's happened since my last post.
Lots of death earlier in the month - we got the impression that a lot of old folks and suicide risks held on for Christmas and then gave up the ghost late December and early January.
Lots of nutters. Police are superstitious about the full moon, and that enormous reddish globe hanging over us earlier in the month seemed to bring on all the full on, knife-wielding, Grade One loonies.
Lots of edge-of-seat stuff that turned out to be utter pony. In the last few weeks, I've seriously believed that we've had a helicopter crash, a major new terrorist threat, an incredibly well-organised car-crime ring capable of hitting three high-value targets at the same time and a domestic-related murder with the victim buried in concrete under a new housing development, all of which turned out to be complete and utter horseshit.
Plus all the usual rubbish from the public. Just as an illustration, I popped down to our call centre earlier to see a friend there and he was taking a 999 call about a car with the music playing too loud when I showed up. Unusually, though, our SMT seem to have started making sense about certain issues. Watch this space...
