about Sundays.
I’m getting a complex. My shift is Sun-Weds, 7am-5pm. On my “Monday”, which is Sunday, I like to take my break and get groceries to keep at work for breakfast and lunches, and some Chai concentrate and milk in case I’m running too late for Starbuck’s. No big whoop. 20 minutes max, unless I stop for Starbuck’s or gas.
Sunday 3/16 – I take my break late- around 3pm. Within 10 minutes of my leaving, we have an officer involved shooting. My 2 coworkers have a hectic 20 minutes and by the time I come back… it’s calm in the room, just busy. (officer was okay, bad guy wasn’t)
Sunday 4/6 – I’m off work, coming home from that trip to Reno and my alleged half sister knocks on my door.
Sunday 4/13 – I take the 9-1-1 call from the wife of our retired sergeant, reporting his suicide.
Sunday 4/20 – I didn’t take my break and nothing happens! Whew!
Sunday 4/27 – I finally feel okay taking my break again on Sunday, and leave for the grocery store. My partners get a structure fire. Again, chaos for 10 minutes or so, then after all is handled and under control, I stroll in with my sandwich and milk.
They are beginning to get suspicious, I think. Better lay low for awhile.