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on the subject of late nights and swords

2002-05-05
my weekend was...well...not really a weekend at all. friday and saturday night i worked until 4am in dispatch. it was a time.

i thought i was going to have a really difficult time staying awake, but it was so busy that i didn't even think about it. our center dispatches and answers administrative, non-emergency, and 911 calls for two counties (something like 9 police departments, 2 sheriff departments, fire & rescue, 5 ambulance services, and some others).

friday night was primarily spent taking noise complaints and complaints of loud parties. then, around 3am, i got a call from someone's neighbor saying they needed the cops there right away. turns out this guy was over at his cousin's house and his cousin stabbed him with a sword. a sword. so, instead of seeking medical attention, the guy leaves, comes back, and the neighbors find him pouring gasoline in the hallway of the building.

he tries to burn down the building by lighting it on fire with a cigarette, fails at doing this, and goes out to try to start their car on fire. then the neighbors dial 911 and get me.

okay, aren't most people who own swords the "medieval-collection-something-or-other" types? it's just so ridiculous...who gets stabbed with a sword by a memeber of their family? and then goes running off. the cops were told to look for someone "wearing dark jeans and a white shirt with the right side of it covered in blood". sheesh... so instead of just getting stabbed, the guy is now going to be charged with first degree attempted arson.

i also took a call on a bar fight and was embarassed to learn later that one of the parties was a guy i knew, you could say even a friend.

saturday night was less eventful (no sword stabbings). i took three calls from the college north of us on alcohol poisoning. another for a severe motorcycle accident where the guy broke both legs and i got to call and have them send the helicopter ambulance. there was also a gang fight involving baseball bats, and two other rather major fights. people just can't behave themselves.

the best call i got last night was from a guy who claimed that he was psychic and that he just knew that something was going to happen. he wanted me to call the governor and put everyone on a heightened state of alert. he wouldn't give me his name, so i just ran his number on reverse lookup and got it. idiot.

i'm tired today. really really tired. and tomorrow i go back to working days. no more excitement for me.

*sarah*

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