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The day job sucked more than usual; people missing, machines down, supplies out. I could have walked away and let the whole situation boil over because none of the problems were mine but I didn't.

I stood alone as I told the room full of people that we were having staffing problems and computer problems were compounding the issue. While I was explaining the situation, I lost heart. I realized I was the only one that cared. I was the only one willing to fill the gap.

I hate asking people for anything and there I was asking for understanding from a bunch of strangers and for a job that wasn't even my own. I was wishing people would get angry and lash out verbally at me, as I was the sole representative of the place because then I would have replied in kind but no harsh words were stated; even though some had been waiting over an hour.

"You don't always have to be the hero," I heard from the shadows of my mind. The voice had the same ring as an offer of a free drink to a reformed alcoholic. By that time there must have been twelve innocent victims waiting in the slightly padded chairs or standing along the bare concrete walls. "Just leave. No one asked you to be there. It's not your job. No one can fault you."

The voice was the dark was correct but I continued to ask "Who's next?" Someone was called in the afternoon to help and then the computers partly began to work, and then the crowd finally began to disappear. I stayed when I could have left and finally the crowd was gone.


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