By now you may have heard that there has been a shooting on the campus of Northern Illinois University.
Click Here for the breaking news. The shooter is dead. Little Sis goes there, and she is fine, but once again I find myself pondering how this guy thinks that what he (or she, the shooting I had a near miss with was a woman) did is really
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I've spent this week helping install two exhibits; one of them is a political thing that I just KNOW is either going to get either me or the workstudy kids screamed at. I'd hate to have to get punched over a work I think is so ham handed and trite.
I gave my worries to my boss, and she told me that I should give them her email address and she'll talk with them. Still, I know from experience that I have a punchable face. That, and my worries *never* get taken seriously. No criminal record, no history of psychotic mental illness, no history of slandering people, but that ain't good enough. Don't think that NIU doesn't have me worried either...
Some weirdo strolled into SAMA one day and got all pissy/angry with me over perceived snubs of his work, and scared the crap out of me. When I rang up the boss asking who the hell that guy was, and trying REALLY hard not to cry, she was all mystified that said weirdo would get that way.
I guess my fear isn't getting attacked, it is more a fear of what I might do in response. I can see myself going berserk, both from being scared and from having a target for all my rage over being threatened and years of people not believing me in past cases where I didn't feel safe.
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