If you follow me on Twitter, part of my bio lists that I'm constantly covered in cat fur, due to my crazy-cat-lady status. I've been mostly single for the entire time I've been with this department, because I'm a workaholic and a mess socially. Which is well known in the war room, and I have become the resident cat-lady.
I have no qualms about this.
I got a 911 call from an elderly woman requesting an ambulance because she cut her leg open on the cat food cans while feeding her cats lunch.
Glad future me called in to let me know where I'm heading.
A twenty-something dispatcher taking 911 calls, yapping on the radio, and dealing with the general public - with a mad case of headset hair. Not quite so jaded yet, but not naive as I once was. Losing my soul one call at a time.
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