A unique thing happened this afternoon. I was leaving Target on my way home from work. I came out of the building and saw a client of mine walking through the parking lot. It wasn’t just any client however–a client I had recently had to turn down for assistance. I got a little scared. Not because I had to turn this person down, but because I was afraid of a scene in front of Target. So what did I do? I went back into the store, gave my recently purchased bag of items to security and headed to the bathroom.
What is odd is that I worked at a jail for 2+ years and never felt unsafe when seeing an inmate out and about. It’s interesting that now that I have a job where I get to actually help people, I get a little uneasy.
I can’t believe I actually went back in the story. I’m such a chicken. In my defense though, this client in particular would have definately made a scene. I already had one scene caused on my this week, in the same shopping center no doubt, I wasn’t quiet ready for another.
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