And hey, it’s National Dispatcher Appreciation Week! It’s got a longer name than that, but that’s what I think of it as.
We’re having a meeting tomorrow at work, and I think they’re going to give us gifts and tell us they appreciate us! We never
get to hear it; only hear what we do wrong. It’s hard not to get
discouraged when you try to be courteous and professional and kind and
try to make a difference, only to hear criticism ALL the time, and it’s
going to feel great to hear it from them.
So why don’tcha call a
dispatcher (but don’t call 911 for the love of god, unless you want the
nice officer to see your unmopped floor) and tell her/him that you
appreciate ’em. Even if she sounds rushed, and you can hear the phones ringing off the hook in the background, that dispatcher will feel happy for a moment. You’ll make her night, and she probably needs it made. Thanks, y’all.
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