No, we didn't have a tornado last night.
It might have been easier on my brain if we had, tho.
What we had was a whole house full of utility officers. Utilities are the officers without a permanent assigned post. They get put in places to fill in while the regular officers are out, for one reason or another.
They are a handy thing.
For the most part.
If all you need is a warm body to fill a spot.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not putting those guys (and girls) down. Being utility is a difficult job. You have to be good at everything, not just one thing, to be a good utility officer. There are some that have been around long enough that they know the camp better than almost anybody. They can do any job here and do it well.
But, unfortunately, they are the exception to the rule.
And none of those exceptions showed up at my house last night.
Well, the bubble officer did okay. She got the doors open and shut in a timely manner and, as far as I know, didn't open any of the wrong doors. This was good.
But the rest of it was just a goatrope.
The whole thing has just got me so flummoxed that I can't even think straight. I'm sure when I come in this afternoon they are going to let me know how much stuff we screwed up.
They screwed up.
I screwed up.
I was the senior house officer and should have made sure things went right. But I can't be everywhere at the same time.
I felt like a one armed conductor leading five separate orchestras, each doing a different medley of songs.
Suffice to say it was a frustrating night. I really hope tonight goes better.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be more coherent.
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