Call out
Friday we had a call out for a barricade. I had to go in from home so I was one of the last ones there. Hazard of living an hour outside your jurisdiction. Anyway, it was good I was there so late. Primary and Coach had all ready been decided. I ended up being the NOC supervisor. That was also good. I couldn't hear the bad guy's side of things so I stayed pretty detached and neutral.
After six hours, he wasn't coming out. He was being manipulative and obnoxious. They decided to gas him. 20 canisters of gas and two robots breaking through his barricaded door later, they found him on the floor in a puddle of blood. I felt really bad for the primary negotiator. It was just over a year ago that I was in that position. After 10 hours, my guy blew out his chest cavity.
I walked her outside and said all the right things, but ultimately, she is the one who will heal herself. And it will take time. Took me 9 months to be able to listen to my negotiation. I need to listen again... someday I will, when I'm sure I can have an objective ear!
The weirdest thing about this latest suicide was that it was in a complex that was managed by the same people who managed the complex where my guy killed himself. When we took over the clubhouse as our home base for the NOC, I noticed the exact layout and the same spiral staircase. Deja Vu. And not really in a good way.
After six hours, he wasn't coming out. He was being manipulative and obnoxious. They decided to gas him. 20 canisters of gas and two robots breaking through his barricaded door later, they found him on the floor in a puddle of blood. I felt really bad for the primary negotiator. It was just over a year ago that I was in that position. After 10 hours, my guy blew out his chest cavity.
I walked her outside and said all the right things, but ultimately, she is the one who will heal herself. And it will take time. Took me 9 months to be able to listen to my negotiation. I need to listen again... someday I will, when I'm sure I can have an objective ear!
The weirdest thing about this latest suicide was that it was in a complex that was managed by the same people who managed the complex where my guy killed himself. When we took over the clubhouse as our home base for the NOC, I noticed the exact layout and the same spiral staircase. Deja Vu. And not really in a good way.