My brother in the army calls me up from IMH today and tells me about the exciting life he is leading escorting his mentally unstable and sedated charge around.
"That's the social worker's life", I say - the life I am not leading.
But half the lesson, my student spends talking about her parents' impending divorce, and later I discuss suicide methods with the angsty teen who heard his schoolmate jumped and hinted that he might follow suit.
Then the urgent almost incoherent call that goes "Help Help" when I am on the bus packed with foreign workers and trying to find a pocket of air to reply "What time and where?". Someone taking her O Level music exam next Thursday just lost her partner cellist to his own exam, and needed a replacement to play the Double Concerto.
It's only the first movement of the work, but still. 9 days to perform it at a passable standard is looking very impossible.
(Desperate times call for a Great God. I bet He feels exploited all the time, but I can't help it. Who else qualifies as an multi-purpose charger and zhng-er?.)
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