I have a plethora of little stories, links, and even a video that have been collecting for the past week or so. Each one is humorous, but also has a serious side.
Story 1: When I was younger, I used to have notorious tunnel vision when watching television. I did not watch a lot, but when the TV was on in a room I was in, my entire being was focused on the screen. These days I have switched from television to the internet; once I am on the internet, very little can get me off. It's basically an addiction. The issue in Phoenix is that the house at which I live has no internet, so I have to get my fix during breaks at the hospitality center. I get off at 3 on Saturdays, so I usually spend, no, waste a couple hours after that on the internet. This is usually not a problem, except this past Saturday, two hours into my session, Matt comes into the staff office and says he only has half the usual number of volunteers, so could I possibly help by passing out silverware, even though its part of my off time. Of course, I jumped up to help out, since I am here to serve, not be on breaks. But still, that's the last time I stay after on a Saturday.
Story 2: In order for guests to be admitted to our transitional houses, they have to pass a screening and interview. The interview is always done by a full time staff, but I am able to do the screening, since the questions are pre-written and its black and white if they meet the criteria. The other day I was able to conduct my first interview. It went like this:
"Hi I'm Vincent and I'll be screening you"
"(Name)"
"OK (name), the first requirement is that you have been clean and sober for a period of time. How long have you been clean and sober?"
"About 24 hours...I am actually just coming down"
stunned pause. "Ummmm, we actually require a couple months of sobriety, soooo you should probably check back later."
Apparently, this is not uncommon
Story 3: Rowdy or uncooperative guests are par for course. Some stand out though. The other night a ridiculously obnoxious woman, snatched a strip of meal tickets from Br. Richard's hand and was promptly manned. She loudly paraded around the outside of the center for the rest of dinner being obnoxious to absolutely everyone who was in the vicinity. She was still at it when I left, and it only got worse after. When Andrew came out after locking up, the woman and another guest were fighting. Not arguing, fighting. Andrew broke them up as much he he could and then called in the experts, who took the woman into custody.
Since he was a witness, Andrew had to stay after to give an account to the cops, so he only caught the end of dinner, and ended up just eating his food at the staff house. When he got thirsty, he went out to his car to get the orange juice he had brought home with him. Not finding it, he remembered that between the fight and the arrival of the cops, the woman had grabbed some of the ice he had. Realizing what had probably happened to his juice, he walked into the house, through his keys to the ground and said
"B**** stole my juice, now I'm glad she went to jail!"
We fell on the floor laughing
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