How Failing as a 911 Operator Changed my Life.

I thought I finally found my dream job — I was wrong.

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For most people, 2020 has been a difficult year. Between a raging political climate and viral disease dominating the globe, life has been hectic, to say the least. I also experienced some turmoil in my own personal life in recent months that completely altered the path I thought I was on.

At the start of this year, I felt like I had finally figured my life out. My new roommates were amazing, my relationship was new and exciting, and I had a new job prospect on the horizon working in a 911 Call Centre.

Despite the global situation, my life was going shockingly well.

But, of course, as Nelly Furtado sang: All Good things come to an end.

Only 2 months ago, I was euphoric to be training as a 911 operator. It made me decent money, provided stability, and it was meaningful. I had applied to the job in January and after going through an intense interview process, I got an offer. Beaming, I left my last office job behind. Everything was going well. I passed all the knowledge tests, succeeded in the classroom training, and actually loved the hours (night shifts are where it’s at).

I was a perfect fit.