I'm sitting here calmly at work. All of a sudden I hear this guy freaking out about someone being "effing dead" (although he used the real words). A larger girl grabbed ahold of him and wouldn't let him go, until a thin male friend came to help her. Now they are leaning against the window (which I am praying does not break).
Move along kids...just called Clean and Safe. Joy. I didn't ask them to send anyone, as they have started to calm down and are trying to move on. Again, joy...
I love working downtown, however it seems that there are more and more street kids making downtown not quite as welcoming as it once was. This makes me sad because I really love that downtown Portland has visitors feeling like they are not in a huge, overwhelming city (this goes for my own feelings as well). Now, I just keep an eye on those kids, as they really haven't moved along as far or as fast as I'd like them to.
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It's kind of like the day at work when this ghetto guy pushes a little wannabe thug girl against the brick of my shop. I hear, "But baby, I love you. Come on boo. I love you. Dat other girl didn't mean nothin." From there he'd try to shove his hand up her shirt. She'd smack him and he'd repeat the aforementioned.
It was like a train wreck, and I could not look way, nor stop laughing.
It was the saddest most pathetic thing ever.
(Sorry about leaving a million of my work stories, just seems that there are a lot of similar things.)
No apologies necessary, Shari. Glad to know I'm not the only person who gets to watch humanity at its best...ugh.
Life is a Cabaret!
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