5
End Is the New Beginning
Well, that was painful.
I’m on probation. One more memo, and I have to sit with a trainer. As is, I have to redo one of the training modules to “freshen up my skills” and “readjust my attitude to one of calm confidence.”
I still don’t really know what I did wrong on that call. Batman sucked back a scotch-and-Viagra cocktail. His heart doth protest too much. He died.
Why is that my fault? I didn’t force the Glenfiddich down his gullet.
The music’s so loud in my crappy car, I think one of the speakers blows out. I only turn it down when a cop pulls me over for a long-ignored busted taillight.
“But I work in dispatch,” I say. “Can’t I just get by with a warning?”
“I’d ticket my mother if she had a busted taillight. The law’s the law.”
I have no idea why it
