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(Note: I just want to say that I'm posting this in the hope and confidence that CS as we know it will continue even after Raps transfers it to someone else. Let's make it happen, people!)
My first full week of internship concluded on Friday evening, and my but what fun it was! I was taken in by an outfit that, although it is not located in the urban county where I live -- and a county that thinks extremely highly of itself if truth be known -- is a national model for providing the services that it does. It fields calls from across the state and has visitors from across the nation who want to take a look and see how it is that they do what they do. Not to give too much away about the place, but if you've been hurt, we help. Have you been raped? We'll take care of that. Have you been beaten? We'll take care of that too. Need a place to stay after you were raped or beaten? We've got that. Need counseling? We're on top of it. While we're at it, we'll also teach you life skills so you can get a job and won't have to go back to the bastard or your horrible family.
In short, we're one-stop shopping for people whose lives have gone to shit. "Lower standards" indeed.
Being as that we offer so much to so many, through so many different venues, there is a lot going on at any given time and many, many opportunities for chaos. I frankly wish I could tell you about them all, but I don't lest I give the place away. But trust me, you all would absolutely love to get a whiff of the dirty laundry from this place. My first week involved everything from an Elvis impersonator who wanted a restraining order to a woman who was very indignant that her husband kept calling the cops whenever she beat the hell out of him, to a guy who called the rape crisis line five days running to talk dirty, husbands and wives shrieking at each other in open court, to a conviction based on the fact that the hole in the ceiling matched the kid's head.
And so much more.
It was awesome.
My first full week of internship concluded on Friday evening, and my but what fun it was! I was taken in by an outfit that, although it is not located in the urban county where I live -- and a county that thinks extremely highly of itself if truth be known -- is a national model for providing the services that it does. It fields calls from across the state and has visitors from across the nation who want to take a look and see how it is that they do what they do. Not to give too much away about the place, but if you've been hurt, we help. Have you been raped? We'll take care of that. Have you been beaten? We'll take care of that too. Need a place to stay after you were raped or beaten? We've got that. Need counseling? We're on top of it. While we're at it, we'll also teach you life skills so you can get a job and won't have to go back to the bastard or your horrible family.
In short, we're one-stop shopping for people whose lives have gone to shit. "Lower standards" indeed.
Being as that we offer so much to so many, through so many different venues, there is a lot going on at any given time and many, many opportunities for chaos. I frankly wish I could tell you about them all, but I don't lest I give the place away. But trust me, you all would absolutely love to get a whiff of the dirty laundry from this place. My first week involved everything from an Elvis impersonator who wanted a restraining order to a woman who was very indignant that her husband kept calling the cops whenever she beat the hell out of him, to a guy who called the rape crisis line five days running to talk dirty, husbands and wives shrieking at each other in open court, to a conviction based on the fact that the hole in the ceiling matched the kid's head.
And so much more.
It was awesome.
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