Monday, 26 July 2010

Classical Conditioning

The first time I put on a headset at the Distress Centre, I knew my many hours at the Tim Horton's drive-thru were one day going to come back to haunt me. I didn't know when, and I didn't know how often, but I realized it was inevitable.

Today it happened.

My phone was ringing at the Distress Centre, startling me out of my reverie. Promptly, like a good volunteer, I picked up the call.

"Hey, there," I said, "Welcome to Ti- ah... I mean Distress Centre. What can I get for you? Uh, I mean do for you... uh, sorry about that... real sorry... uh, oh boy."

Luckily the caller appeared to just be waiting for a vocal cue to start speaking, and barely noticed my mangled greeting.

Now we wait to see when it is that I first start asking Timmy's customers how they feel today and if they're having any suicidal thoughts...

“Whatever you say, say it with conviction.” Mark Twain


Anonymous said...

drive-through mental health care must be the next step...? right?

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art said...

Perhaps all that many of those people calling into the Distress Center needs is a donut? If they are feeling down, perhaps just encourage them to go buy a donut from Tims. Then life will be better.